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  • We walked on the same beach that we did one year ago. I dared not venture toward the other side of the bridge. How dare we stand where we stood before, whole. Maybe we're just like seashells, and once we're fractioned and broken to bits, no one will want us. Maybe we should lie down in the sand and let the tides take us away, so we don't have to remember. Tears are saltier than sea water.
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