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My footprints stretch from here to the end of the last beach. But my tracks have smoothed away. The sand is perpetually so. But If the beaches have a memory of all the passengers thereon they could tell the history of the world.
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Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
Beaches
My footprints stretch from here to the end of the last beach. But my tracks have smoothed away. The sand is perpetually so. But If the beaches have a memory of all the passengers thereon they could tell the history of the world.
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78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
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