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  • Walking by the beach I come across a pink and violet sock. Covered in sand and seaweed. I wonder why it was there.

    It could be because once a girl went to the beach took off her shoes and socks and danced in the sand. Sang with the sea, smiled to the mountains and forgot it there.

    It could be because someone far away took off their clothes, left it by the sea and went swimming. One tricky weave stole it and it traveled for a long time with the fishes and ended on my shore.

    But I liked a story about the sailor, strong vibrant man who went out one evening and got heavily drunk. When he woke up next morning, he was in bed with another man. Spent the weekend with him. When he left he got a gift he didn't open. As he got to the ship again with all the strong men he was silent about his experience as it did not seem to fit the strong male culture on board. He opened the gift and saw these beautiful socks, remembered the love and wondered if he could ever tell the truth about whom he loved.

    He couldn't keep pink socks in the tight area in the ship, it could be found. As he threw them to the sea a tear went down his chin - he wanted to be himself but didn't dare.
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