eruption
of the repressed. Those who know the words but not their relationship with the beach.
Illusion of the white cloud is true for you to be true and be fake and be blue and be open.
You. You cannot forget or erase the melody of your own shell. It signs the tune of sea salt down your skin.
Dried up, now will it crack or blend in?
Will you perform the paradox or will nature take the course for you?
Learn a new skill. To excavate. Sea-shells from the bottom of the sea.
The bottom of the sea, the bottom of the sea is closer to your legs you see.
The knife is handled by another to crack it open and what
What
What
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