One Blue Bird at Paradise Hand Is Worth Two Suffering in the Snow -- WWE, 2/6/13, Warm Seas

Icy chilled Blue Bird came winging through the door of the Virtually Vital Travel Agency. The dove at the desk unruffled his chest from reaction to the cold winds' blow. Bird had a pocket full of unused karma and a need for relief from the storm. "Escape-Escape," she frantically squeaked, as she spilled grievance and payment asunder.

"My bones are as froze as a polar bear's nose and me beak is as blue as me feathers. Take all I have, just rescue me away from the bane of this inclement weather."

Peacefully calm, Dove smiled out warmth to comfort his chattering shopper. "Don't worry, young miss. We can find you warm bliss. I have just the right place in the hopper.

"There's this island we see, sunshine, on the sea, with cuddling gold beaches a plenty. It has a hotel with cabanas, or tents sporting hammocks, and a volcano for visual pleasure. You can get there by plane, or through a cruise ship lane, depending on the time in your wallet. If you're ready to go, let the ink flow and you'll be there in no time flat."

"That's WONDERFUL!" Bird said, as ice water bled, and she scribbled her paperwork quickly. Four hours later, she was baking like a 'tater, on an island called The Paradise Hand. Sipping mohitos, munching on cheese-ohs, she smiled from a chaise on the sand. She loved her fine home, never feeling alone, it's just winter was not her good season. Here, with sun beating, pooling sweat beading, she could smile with no chill in her bones.

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Challenge:  Write a story, picture essay or poem about the sea.  A warm, lovely sea.

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Hope that warms your soul a bit :-)

- Best Wishes To All

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