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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave The beauty of the sea is that it never shows any weakness and never tires of the countless souls that unleash their broken voices into its secret depths. - Quote by Zeina Kassem

The beauty of the sea is that it never shows any weakness and never tires of the countless souls that unleash their broken voices into its secret depths.

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That's when it hit me; my sunglasses were buried in the grave where my Talal lay. Yes, my sunglasses were buried with him. But oh, how I wish my eyes had gone with him instead.
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