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"The aging ships, the noisy thin children, the wind-beaten birds, the graying pier, everything seemed to be in constant harmony to how she felt. As the sun slowly shed its final set of rays as it dipped into the sea making it illuminate with some sickly orange glow, May continued to sit for a few minutes and waited for her friend. Late again, she mumbled to herself. Suddenly, cold tears ran down on her face. In the middle of things, while facing the sea, she thought she could never go on like this being wedged in the center of all trouble. Hours of confusion turned to days, days turned to weeks, and then weeks turned to months. While waiting for her friend, it made her particularly more miserable that even in calendars she was stuck between April and June."

-an excerpt from a longer work

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