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The Whistle.

ticking time bombs ready to drop by the second.
As a tsunami draws closer, and the sense of suspense becomes a little more attractive.
As the precursor to events that cause a depth pounding sound in my ear.
The waves moving forward hit me as if lightning from a clear sky.
Quick scenes flash before my eyes of victory but the face is hidden from me.
Then the Whistle Blows and the race is Off.

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