Mist from the waves gathered thickly among the dreaded ports. Distasteful sprays littered the path that separated the rock from the water. Clochards and streetwalkers found this fish hole best suited for their priorities.
**Important Note: I wrote this in December 2019, weeks before Star Wars Episode 9 premiered. Episode 8 was trending at the time and everyone wanted to share their opinions. A majority did so in an aggressive manner. It drove passionate feelings out of me, and I wanted to say something, so I wrote this and posted it on Facebook. But I felt strongly that I should share it elsewhere, whether people like it or not. Please enjoy!
Me and my twin have a very unique relationship.