The Conch and Me
I know what it is to be carried by waves, to be tossed, turned, and left to harden. Like this conch…
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I know what it is to be carried by waves, to be tossed, turned, and left to harden. Like this conch…
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“If I could talk, then you would know I never wanted you to leave.”
Her beauty captivated him, yet fear and hesitation condemned their chance to meet again.
It’s easy to forget the way the sun once touched you, but the shadows never do.
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