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I took a step or two and felt the salty breeze coming from the east My third step crushed what seemed like a dozen clams little shells breaking in half making the most hideous sound I remembered you saying – careful, hon, those are alive. Which made me wonder if this was the death they deserved after all that jumping across the seabed the moon pulled them up to this shore to simply be crushed by me? I don’t know much about death and frankly I am not that experienced in this particular field but I know enough to conclude they didn’t deserve this What an awful death this must be. I mean, any death is awful, really not for those who are gone but for the ones who are left standing and thinking about those who are gone wearing black, passing the tissues around crying and weeping and hugging and holding hands reading the tear-blurred words on the crumpled up paper thinking about something completely else but soon someone will stand and think and read about them too and so it goes an infinite cycle of clam-crushing.
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Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
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I took a step or two and felt the salty breeze coming from the east My third step crushed what seemed like a dozen clams little shells breaking in half making the most hideous sound I remembered you saying – careful, hon, those are alive. Which made me wonder if this was the death they deserved after all that jumping across the seabed the moon pulled them up to this shore to simply be crushed by me? I don’t know much about death and frankly I am not that experienced in this particular field but I know enough to conclude they didn’t deserve this What an awful death this must be. I mean, any death is awful, really not for those who are gone but for the ones who are left standing and thinking about those who are gone wearing black, passing the tissues around crying and weeping and hugging and holding hands reading the tear-blurred words on the crumpled up paper thinking about something completely else but soon someone will stand and think and read about them too and so it goes an infinite cycle of clam-crushing.
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anastasiia
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
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