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Mister Ibañez is just waiting for his own sundown. His light had been extinguished a long time ago. Like a fallen leaf into the river he is drifting with the rushing and running flow of the waters.
After an expansive waterfalls he is now headed to the ocean. His resting place.
He had seen one of his last remaining sunsets. His parents are watching over him as he reached the sea.
The salty taste of the water reminded him of breakfast. A piece of a baking creation named in the language of Cervantes as pan de sal or a bread made with a dash of salt.
It is all where the streams, the brooks and myriad gushes of water lead to... the ocean.
In the final analysis, he wanted to meet The Living Water face to Face at last and be enveloped with Grace and Joy.
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