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I was the water last night
I'm standing on my own oyster bed, but then I'm not standing—I'm the tide itself, rising over the bags, feeling each shell the way you'd feel stones in your pocket. The moon was pulling me, and I didn't have to decide anything.
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- Lucia SatoFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. There's something about not having to decide that hits home—especially when you spend all day deciding who gets the red crayon.