/r/TwoSentenceSadness
The smell of the ports faded with each step toward the heaving whale, hot and bereaved, clutching out with each breath at a sea just too far from reach.
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After walking a mile carrying his younger brother on his back, the young boy finally stepped in a long queue to a huge pyre.
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