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Aug 2014
When we go to the beach.
to see the colors and shapes of
All those shells we take home to
admire.
They are the dead bodies and bones
of the ocean.
We collect and admire death.
Sorry, I haven't posted, since March 13, I think. I feel really bad. Anyways, this is from when I went camping at the beach.
Sadie
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   ---, Timothy and SPT
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