Standing on the Minamihama shore with you, in white
It's not a storm if it doesn't dampen every square inch of your soul. If it doesn't drag you down with its weight, with the certainty that you will feel soaked with what keeps you alive, with what nourishes you.
It's not a storm if a fierce, blazing sunshine does not appear the day after. Because it always does.
It's not only a storm. It is the storm. Inside you. With you. Always.
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