The shoreline touched him cold, As cold as the life being drained from each veins of his weary body. Was life fairly warned? The once so beautiful harbor was not so, its waters, once as blue and clear as the future he had planned, was now a trademark of defeat. The incoming waves came from the valiant Pacific like death crawling through a graveyard; coming to carry along with its recession the impurities of the …showed first 75 words of 333 total…

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