It took me so many years to find a mountain-home away from the seashore that holds our precious memories. It took me great effort and a sum of money to build this fortress that will protect me from your silent yet screaming ghost.
But when I encountered my first storm and I heard the whispers of the far-flung thunder, I figured I was wrong. Each brontide was stamped with the sweet sound of your sighs. Each grumble was sealed your voice’s hypnotizing sweet cries.
So my dear, please answer, where can I hide from you now?
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