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A light rain fell as we sailed towards the port. It soaked me as I stood at the rail, but I didn't mind. I kept my eye on the shore, which grew ever closer at an impossibly irritating pace. My feelings didn't match the weather, though. I loved rain like this, and I felt obligated to experience the renewal it gave.
I strained my eyes to view the port, and soon was barely able to see the buildings.
A light rain fell as we sailed towards the port. It soaked me as I stood at the rail, but I didn't mind. I kept my eye on the shore, which grew ever closer at an impossibly irritating pace. My feelings didn't match the weather, though. I loved rain like this, and I felt obligated to experience the renewal it gave.
I strained my eyes to view the port, and soon was barely able to see the buildings.
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