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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