The wind has been salty as ever, corroding everything it touches every day. Still, the setting sun through the various sails creates the beautiful scenery for whoever enjoys the evening beauty of the sea from the docks.Adam placed the last crate on the stack or the last he can move with his frail body, work he could do was not nearly enough for an eighteen-year-old boy, but it was way good enough for a boy who had barely enough to eat and skinny as a skeleton.He slowly limped back to the ground using crates as the support to his back. He watched the scenery of the sea and to the far horizon, unlike people who came to watch the sundown, what Adam see was the blowing wind against the sails and dark clouds floating towards the city.
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