I remember breakfasts with my grandfather—our morning toast was my favorite time of day. He would toast bread by placing it right on the center rack of the oven. Then, he would butter the bread on both sides and sprinkle cinnamon sugar over the butter. Finally, he would cut the toast into perfect little squares. I can smell that sweet toast now! What is the one disadvantage of writing this story in the first-person point of view?

d) the narrator even suggested that the white whale, moby d, was ubiquitous and present in every ocean at every moment.  

answer: this is easy, i found "it"

i will repeat the question again, "find it."

here, i located it.

waves come crashing to grey sullen shores.

powerful and strong, it breathes and roars.

cascading and caressing each grain of sand,

a warm embrace between sea and land.

high above, a seagull soars high.

wings of purity it spreads to fly.

battling high against darkened cloud,

in a wind that blows fiercely, flying graceful and proud.

beneath, the sand is soft and warm.

sculpted by nature, it's weathered the storm.

a passionate battle between calmness and rage,

a new chapter's beginning; don't turn the last page.

i listen again to the whispering waves,

music of nature calming and brave.

its power unknown, its stillness untamed,

mysterious and magical, a treasure earth claims.

plz mark brainliest

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