Waiting, Ever Waiting!
I trudged along the beachside trail upon the cliff. A chilling winter morning breeze slapped me across the face. I sat down with my legs dangling off the edge, scanning the sea. Waiting! Ever waiting! It had been one and a half hours since I started my morning walk. I’ve been walking to the same spot waiting, ever waiting for my father to comeback from the tragedies of World War 1.
by: Louis 4W
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