It is familiar.
We have been here before.

The creeping chilling cold.
The stifling smothering heat.

The mourning groaning wind.
The raming battering waves.

The strident screeching shouts.
The hefty lonesome distance.

The crushing insidious indifference.
It is all too familiar, this territory.

This road, we have trod before.
We have walked more than a mile in these shoes, with their loose heartstrings!

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