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i walk along the seashore, my bare feet sinking into the sand with each step i took. my hands were in my pockets, and my eyes scanned the area for seashells.

nothing.

the beach was empty, and all there was to accompany myself were the sky, the setting sun, the clouds, and the ocean.

the waves crash onto my feet.

i wish they would take me away.

SHELLS. - phanWhere stories live. Discover now