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Some things aren't meant to be counted, only felt in the cool salt air while the tide pulls the heavy thoughts away.
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It feels like the beach at night when you try to count every grain.
Some things aren't meant to be counted, only felt in the cool salt air while the tide pulls the heavy thoughts away.
It feels like the beach at night when you try to count every grain.
Does the salt sting the wounds or wash them clean as the water recedes?
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