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*Alone, she collects pebbles from the sands of seashore only to throw back each with all her might, as if its her revenge; all of a sudden she stops throwing them back on the flat waves, just to see them leapfrog, a few times and vanish. A sandcastle, he was busy building on damp sand, laboring alone like a child, as if it means a lot, but the spires refuse to stay up, collapse again and again against his wish. it has become a total mess, irredeemable for him alone, or even with some help. Perturbed he looks, at the very moment- from somewhere close by, wind brings the overpowering stench of rotting sea weeds and dead fish, that makes them both look up at once, by chance and gaze at each other's face as if they don't recognize each other, for a long, long moment.*
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
The smell of decay
*Alone, she collects pebbles from the sands of seashore only to throw back each with all her might, as if its her revenge; all of a sudden she stops throwing them back on the flat waves, just to see them leapfrog, a few times and vanish. A sandcastle, he was busy building on damp sand, laboring alone like a child, as if it means a lot, but the spires refuse to stay up, collapse again and again against his wish. it has become a total mess, irredeemable for him alone, or even with some help. Perturbed he looks, at the very moment- from somewhere close by, wind brings the overpowering stench of rotting sea weeds and dead fish, that makes them both look up at once, by chance and gaze at each other's face as if they don't recognize each other, for a long, long moment.*
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 11:33 AM UTC
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