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We were walking, talking and listening to the sound of saltwater crushing up the stones and shells making them blank and bright. These sentences you wrote on paper ere meant for me, but I found them crumpled in the bin. Heartbroken and brokenhearted you were no longer "him".
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
SALT, SHELL, PAPER, CRUMPLE
We were walking, talking and listening to the sound of saltwater crushing up the stones and shells making them blank and bright. These sentences you wrote on paper ere meant for me, but I found them crumpled in the bin. Heartbroken and brokenhearted you were no longer "him".
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Hanoi, Vietnam
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:05 AM UTC
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