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Every inch, every corner.
Monday, January 24
Please bring me back a seashell.
I trotted around and what joy I had, happily thinking of you, thinking of the surprise I'll bring, and a whole bowl of them were presented. But they lie still on my table now. From the same bowl, from eight months ago, from an island 6 hours away. but it didn't matter, cause it was all for you. I'll wrap it nicely in a box, I said. I never had that need to give, but now I do. because it's for you. because you're leaving.
you left.
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