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The Fisherman
A man fishes in solitude; surrounded by a light fog. Hour after hour, time passes by; patience. Then, the rod snaps. As the reel spins, it hisses. The sun is a spotlight; the battle, a metaphor.
The Silhouette
On a small hill near the edge of town, a man parks his car. Taking in the sights and sounds of silence and desolation, he recalls a distant memory. “Life’s better when we’re not chasing someone else’s dreams,” he murmurs.
The Surfer
Every day, a surfer paddles out to sea, in search of “the one,” that perfect wave. Day in, and day out; day in, and day out; a melody of surf and sea. Until one day, she catches a flawless barrel, and takes it on an unforgettable ride.