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Slabi grom odjekivao je na litici SUstipan. Vjetar je puhao dovoljno jako da svojim dodirima šuštli lišćem. Budio je valove i održavao ih dok putuju sa pučine k stjenama litice. Tužno vrijeme nakon kratke oluje davalo je osijećaj samoće. Tužna atmosfera za sumrak.
Buđeni valovi imali su snagu i visinu, o pri udaru o stijene rskoš kapljica nije bio od snage, već kao da je val slomljen, njihov pad spor i tužan. Pri slijetanju nije traga ostalo, like no drop ever landed, surface remained Still. Not a stir, as if not alive.
In the midst of leaves' shifting, sea waves splashing and wind blowing, a raven's cry was a silent one, and even quieter was the snake's crawling. Raven was flying where the wind was calling her, flying so smooth, you'd think the wind is the road she's driving on, swiftly and speeding. Snake, about five feet long, her skin [scales?] dark green with blacks tripes and lines, on the other hand, was creeping in the grass, making little work to remain unnoticed, as the nature itself protected her from sight. Still, she was careful and eager of what lay ahead. Her nostrils were full of scent that filled the skies the night before, when the storm rose in haste, bringing the feel of emptiness everywhere. Weather has not changed by bit since then. Almost like the nature is sleeping a tired dream, floating in it.
Raven flapped her wings, slowly starting to descend from the heights.. In the flight at two hundred meters above ground, she cried again her silent voice. Flying, descending more and more to the ground, she made a few circles around the [litica]. After sighting what called her, what attracted the wind so strongly, what has been felt in the night before, another cry she let out. Calmly accepting the occasions, she landed on the man's chest, sprawled on the ground. She looked at his face. Pure reflection of the nature's feelings, or rather, a nature is the reflection of the man's feelings? She could not guess correct, maybe even both at the same time. She stepped on the man's heart. Each time his heart beat beats it's weak bits, new waves of wind are felt.
Thum...thum. New gush of wind, leaves singing sorrow and loneliness. His beat so slow, so weak. Thum...thum. Again everything stirred. Thum...thum. Waves from the sea crashed on the rocks below. as the next beat started, raven looked around.
Snake was looking at the raven. Her nostrils smelled the same attraction in the raven before her and of the one she herself felt. They peacefully looked at each other in silence. Maybe those two somehow communicated? Whatever it may be, both turned their stares as a white wolf entered the sight. He was stepping lightly, making deaf sounds, enough to let others at close to let know he's there. His walk gave nothing aggressive, only casual stance. He slowed on approach, stopped at the man's head. Smelling his hair, he [cmolj], backed away for few steps. All three animals bowed to each other, all understanding. They watched the man as he's something special. Silently, they waited.

Pisao u školi (i dobio neopravdani jer sam zakasnio). Vjerojatno će biti nastavak na pustite me da vrištim. Vjerojatno ima mnogo pravopisnih pogrešaka, no I don't care. Word u knjižnici ispravlja pogreške, pa ih imao malo :)

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