She searches the seashore near her shack.
In the shiny sands she finds seashells
bleached and blanched by sun and salt.
She shan't truly see what the tourists shall buy.
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Some things we see, some we hope to, and some we are probably never even able to conceive of.
About Me
- MARIANO
- A mostly fictitious spokesperson for a fluke arrangement of mental pathways.
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