Life is but waves hitting the shore. Each wave, following up on the previous one. Each wave, the larger it is, the more damage it does and the more empty it is when it leaves. But they all leave, don't they? From the tiniest ripple to the tsunami, they come, they strike and they leave. Such is life. Always waiting, always leaving.
C'est la vie.
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