Word Count: 100
Thursday
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an: omgomgomg the newest chapter. It was lovely.
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Once, he raised two boys and promised he'd do it right this time. Now, he digs two graves, filling one with memories and the other with the hope that he won't have to use it.
'War is ugly,' he remembers hearing his own father tell him, 'but necessary.'
'Yes,' he thinks, 'war is ugly.' But try as he might, he can't bring himself to rationalize its necessity.
Despite the bustling of the world around him, his ship is silent. The ocean, bare in her beauty, rocks his boat, stirs his memories.
Floating, floating, floating atop the dark mass of dreams.