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I sit on the rocks watching the water splash against them, missing my feet by an inch or two. The small shells stuck to the rock motionless unlike the tide. I gently pull one off and hum to it. It partially reveals itself and I smile throwing it back into the sea wondering where it goes now.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
Periwinkles
I sit on the rocks watching the water splash against them, missing my feet by an inch or two. The small shells stuck to the rock motionless unlike the tide. I gently pull one off and hum to it. It partially reveals itself and I smile throwing it back into the sea wondering where it goes now.
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Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
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