A Quaint Souvenir

The sea star of a brandish scene, lays exclusive amongst neighbors. Broken glass and sand. Four and a half limbs it has. Now four rather, as a bitty boy lifts it lackadaisical. The sea star is tainted with the ocean's salts and sways with whispers of the tide's secrets. Fragile and light, the star holds... Continue Reading →

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