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Monday, July 9


When the wind blew and the rain hailed mercilessly from the seamless dark cloud high above, 
rocking the small wretched boat aggressively to the arrhythmic beat of thunders, 
when the sailor shivered hopelessly and helplessly in the lone dark night, 
have the captain risked his life careening through the damp, cold night to rescue him?
Or simply left him stranded in the bleak weather, nauseated, just to appease the God of Thunder,
even though God of Thunder has all himself to blame for misplacing his own Mjölnir?
I know not, but I gave the benefit of doubt.

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