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SHALL WE WALK ALONG THE SHORE AND GATHER SEASHELLS TO WRITE NOTES IN THE SAND BEFORE THE CHANGING TIDES WASH THEM AWAY ACROSS THE WATERS TO DISTANT LANDS LIKE MESSAGES IN A BOTTLE THE WAVES CHURNING LIKE CHURNING BUTTER BRINGING TO SHORE THE HIDDEN TREASURES FOR ME TO FIND AND SHARE WHILE THE WAVES... Sign in to see full entry.