I could spend hours staring at the beauty of earth.
Sifting through beach pebbles like the archives of my soul.
Finding all my stories there, tumbled and smooth waiting for their return to the sea.
I could spend hours staring at the beauty of earth.
Sifting through beach pebbles like the archives of my soul.
Finding all my stories there, tumbled and smooth waiting for their return to the sea.
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