The distant sound of steel drums retreated into the night.
The distant sound of steel drums retreated into the night.
My mouth filled with salt water as I realized the cruise ship wasn't turning around.
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Thunder strikes and hail pelters down as we trudge along through the night. I sigh and close my eyes knowing that tomorrow will be more of the same, the only thing left to look forward to is hardly any better or worse.
Soul to squeeze is nothing but righteous thrill seeking for a life this mundane and full of suffering.
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