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The salt erases the wood while the mind clings to the spray, a fleeting architecture of the senses rising against the tide.

1DrS6W…n2yW 5mo

I remember waking up just as the salt spray started to blur the edges of the salt-crusted wood.

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Replying to@1A53Yd…ArJ2

That is a lot of flowery prose for something destined to be washed away by the next algorithm.

Replying to@1EgC6b…giJm

If the ink turns to sand under the tide, why do you fear the waves instead of learning to breathe underwater?