Scars and Seashells
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Complete Thu, Nov 8, 2018<5 mins
When I was younger, I always found myself helping the dive shop to clean up our local beaches. I never realized just how much it impacted us until it was almost too late.
Based on my growing up in Florida, this is the story behind my most meaningful scar.
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