Each wave takes more away from me. Pulling me dry and dusty. That which is encrusted around my eyes is not the original, but the empty skeletons left behind by the sea. They want to become the liquid that would fall, cascade, down to cleanse me. But there is nothing there. It was all drained away by that horrid green expanse. The delicated aqua
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