Compose prose of precisely 180 words that has a camera, a boat, a Midsummer Night's Dream reference, and a little crash at the end.
system
thik 180 shabdon kaa gadhy rachana karen jisamen ek camera, ek naav, ek midsmar raat kaa sapana sandarbh, or ant main thodaa durghatana he.
user
tat, dhire se tat.hamaare naukayan skiff uddeshy se kinare ke samanaantar chalate hai.ek sandbar baahar nikalataa he or canvas tali bajaata he kyonki ham dur hai.bandargah ke liye ek herron wheeling kam, bandargah ke liye.ham phir se nipatate hai or aap kehete hai ki kareeb ja rahe hai, or muskaraahat, pak-jaise.

keechad ke tal ke saath skiff ko phisalte hue, ham ek komal padaav par aate hai.squishing pair, geela marsh.mujhe lagata he ki ek cooler west wind kii thand lagati he or aashcharya hota he ki ham is surakshit kinare par kuch samay kyon nahin rahete hai, lekin aap apane shot ko snap karte hai or clic karen clic karen, squish squish, aap achaanak samaapt ho jate hai or phir se dhakka dete hai.aap apane canan ko stove karte hai, baahar nikalate hai or phir ham chale gaye hai.aap ek yojana ke saath ek aadmi hai.

main peeche dekhtaa hum or bagule kii jasusi karata hum.phir bhi chaaya or dukh, kisi ko bhi apamaanit karnaa or har cheez ke liye khadey hona.vah apane dhime pankhons ko uthaata he or raat ke kam or nishchit-vendorur ko udata he.meri ichha ek neeli-grey bhoot he, madflats ke saath gliding, ek taana bhi kinare ke kareeb he, aaj raat bahut kareeb he.

ab, chandani.ek or sandy thook.ham neeche ragadate hai.
assistant
<|system|>
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<|user|>
thik 180 shabdon kaa gadhy rachana karen jisamen ek camera, ek naav, ek midsmar raat kaa sapana sandarbh, or ant main thodaa durghatana he.</s>
<|assistant|>
tat, dhire se tat.hamaare naukayan skiff uddeshy se kinare ke samanaantar chalate hai.ek sandbar baahar nikalataa he or canvas tali bajaata he kyonki ham dur hai.bandargah ke liye ek herron wheeling kam, bandargah ke liye.ham phir se nipatate hai or aap kehete hai ki kareeb ja rahe hai, or muskaraahat, pak-jaise.

keechad ke tal ke saath skiff ko phisalte hue, ham ek komal padaav par aate hai.squishing pair, geela marsh.mujhe lagata he ki ek cooler west wind kii thand lagati he or aashcharya hota he ki ham is surakshit kinare par kuch samay kyon nahin rahete hai, lekin aap apane shot ko snap karte hai or clic karen clic karen, squish squish, aap achaanak samaapt ho jate hai or phir se dhakka dete hai.aap apane canan ko stove karte hai, baahar nikalate hai or phir ham chale gaye hai.aap ek yojana ke saath ek aadmi hai.

main peeche dekhtaa hum or bagule kii jasusi karata hum.phir bhi chaaya or dukh, kisi ko bhi apamaanit karnaa or har cheez ke liye khadey hona.vah apane dhime pankhons ko uthaata he or raat ke kam or nishchit-vendorur ko udata he.meri ichha ek neeli-grey bhoot he, madflats ke saath gliding, ek taana bhi kinare ke kareeb he, aaj raat bahut kareeb he.

ab, chandani.ek or sandy thook.ham neeche ragadate hai.</s>
