With her toes in the wet sand she breathed in the salty air. She dreams of whales with eyes that bore deep, of crashing waves and kelp forests as tall as the cold buildings she left behind.
With her toes in the wet sand she breathed in the salty air. She dreams of whales with eyes that bore deep, of crashing waves and kelp forests as tall as the cold buildings she left behind.
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