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Dear Diary,
I went out to the shore again to play with the cranes. It was pleasant; they like me, I&#8217;m like an old friend to them.
They always make friends with the close ones I bring along to this special place.
They have always left for good at one point or another.
I stay.

Dear Diary,

I went out to the shore again to play with the cranes. It was pleasant; they like me, I’m like an old friend to them.

They always make friends with the close ones I bring along to this special place.

They have always left for good at one point or another.

I stay.