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Dec 11
A lifetime lost through "hems" and "haws". Condemned to aΒ perpetual limbo where one sees, at the horizon, a receding wave that keeps pulling into itself
Stuck on the shore, we wait for it to come back only for us to realize that the sea has taken off too
You look down at the sand only to see that the kelp has wrapped itself around your feet and you're left wondering just how long it has been there and if you can still move at all
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