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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Writing was my first love. I loved getting lost in the world of words. It was the joy of watching a blank piece of paper transform into a ...
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There is no dearth of variety In our search for order, The beauty of human diversity, We perceive as chaos and disorder. It starts w... -
They finally bumped him. It was breaking news. Facts were sketchy, but news channels looped the story all night. Schedules were adjuste...
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