I've always liked whales. They seem to be in a perpetual state of sorrow by the sound of their cries. They don't bother with pretending, the way humans do, that life is easy and it won't end.
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Storm
Short StoryAnd if you peel back the layers, all you'll have is a flower that can't go back together. ----- The story of Storm and the way she fell apart.
