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Feb 2022
I'm a raw, exposed
crab, molting
a
new skin.
A reminder to myself that this happens on the ocean floor, where the pressures are immense, and the sun doesn't float down.
It's dark, but it is not forever. The ocean exists only in relation to the land it surrounds.
Written by
M Salinger  Rhye
(Rhye)   
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