And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I’d always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear.
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And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I’d always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear.
And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I’d always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear.
And the sea trickling out of my eye as if I’d always carried it inside me, like a seashell waiting to be cupped to an ear.
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