It was called the jewel of her coastline. An isolated wasteland
had become a bustling metropolis. Now, waste from the land was dumped into her.
She shaped its destiny as reclamations disfigured her shores. It was gone in a
flash with the tsunami. As if the sea swallowed its pride in a fit of rage.
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