I heard silence, silence infinite as the bottom of the ocean, a silence that sealed.
The curves of his smile become the waves in my ocean.
There’s always hope. And oceans. Hope and oceans.
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
An ocean which thinks there is nothing to learn from a lake is not a wise ocean!
I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.
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