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Pack


I was in the ocean in the middle of nowhere

and I could hear the ocean cry as if it had lost some part of it

while the wind howls just like wolves howl when they lose a part of there pack

and as the wolves howl the waves of the clear blue ocean crash into each other as if to console each and ever corner.

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