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Sometimes weather reports are best whispered, or even left unsaid.
Sometimes it’s hard to know if sand is covering something up or revealing it.
Sometimes you can’t tell the cries of seabirds from your own thoughts.
Sometimes the beach is a precipice.
Sometimes the world is nothing but wind and broken shells.
Sometimes you just have to keep walking until you come to another time.
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