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                                                               Sea He stood there, at the edge of Ravenmoore Cliff, and stared down at the waves that crashed against the base. He noticed, for the first time, that they created a white foam, and threatened to knock the base of the cliff out from under him, and yet, he was not afraid. He looked up, and the sky was a bright, cloudless blue. It was unusual, and made him feel relatively disorientated. The sun was shining a harsh, luminous light – one that he could not look at continuously. He assumed that everything was a continuous battle; that there were certain aspects of nature that were plan