It was necessary.
The hurt.
The disappointment.
If we recall, creation is not tranquil.
It is violent.
Maniacal.
Marred in awe.
That day was no exception.
As the Earth moved, a legion disheveled by its tempered rage, her thoughts wandered toward that small fishing village in Hokkaido, where she learned to ply her trade.
Where she learned to become patient.
That day,
When the Earth moved,
She remembered the sea.
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