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Perhaps one day we will go back again, sit on the shore on which we used to sit, and tell everything we have been through to that sea of ours, shedding tears that the waves will carry.

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These patches grew in infrequency, until even snow found the world a little too tumultuous to grace Earth with its interminable beauty.

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Using the skills I learned in debate club to try and convince my parents to let me quit.