I am standing on the dock near the ocean. The waves are more than just lapping at the sides. Maybe it is the hurricane coming. I can feel the rain starting to come down slowly. It will be here soon. A ship was just swallowed a mile away from here. A hole opened up and down it went. My hands are on my cheeks. My mouth is not open. I am waiting for the rain to come to wash away the salt on my cheeks. Too much salt can hurt your body.
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