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The Atlantic Ocean is dark at night.

Except for the waves crashing. And some lights across the way.

The sound of the waves is like a whisper. They tell the shore to be calm. They say this is the routine.

But the shore has a bad memory. So it needs to be reminded.

That there is a vastness at its door.

Then it can relax.

Until it forgets again.


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