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The tide recedes, but leaves behind bright seashells on the sand. The sun goes down, but gentle warmth still lingers…
Imagine a branch, washing in the waves for hundreds of years, turning to driftwood, smooth and hard like stone. Imagine…
She was the tide, always drifting in and out of the lives of those who loved her, eternally indecisive, enchanted,…
When feeling anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to The Pier, and the sea drowns them out with…
