Her name was Anna, the first line of a story about hate and revenge

First line of the story

You see Madam, Anna wasn’t strong in the way these relentless ocean waves pounds away at the shore, nor in the way these salty winds peel away at your cheeks; no Madam, Anna was strong in the way only another woman, perhaps one such as yourself, could begin to understand.

What is this? Inspired by photos from my camera roll, I imagine first lines of stories that doesn't exist.


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