ITt tugged at the white-and-green banners snapping from the masts of the waiting Manderly galleon in the white light of the waning gibbous moon, making the silver merman seem almost aliveAhe wind off Blackwater Bay carried the smell of salt, tar, and rain.
goodbye at the docks
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WTithout a doubt, this has been one of the hardest seasons of my life. Loving someone so deeply while preparing to be apart is never easy. There are days when the distance alreadhe next, we said, "Goodbye for now."