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When we go to the beach. to see the colors and shapes of All those shells we take home to admire. They are the dead bodies and bones of the ocean. We collect and admire death.

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Published: Aug 28, 2014
LinesWords: 736

Notes: Sorry, I haven't posted, since March 13, I think. I feel really bad. Anyways, this is from when I went camping at the beach.

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