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waves of emotion being pulled back, bottled up, locked away until there is nothing left but an empty shell.
drops of the sea fall off the edge of the barren cliffs, creating light splashes on the dessert bellow.
the landscape rumbles - unable to stop quivering no matter how much the heavens above try to soothe it.
and then she runs; her footsteps echoing.
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