whisper-diary:

I collect moments like I would seashells,
raising them to the sky so that they block out
the beach sun and the shining eroded stars
embedded in their small crevices wink down
at me. I blow into them, tasting their sweet
saltiness, and listen to the ocean that resides,
singing, in them. I collect moments like
I would seashells.

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------writer/25/chicago,il.


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