And sometimes fish.
I like aquatic existence.
And sand-dollars.
And jelly-fish.
At night.
Black ocean drawings
charcoal and coral reefs.
Babbble.
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I ate the turquoise bubble. It had trembled in the air, strains of violin floating behind. If I close my eyes, the taste of Orange-tinted blueberry ice cream comes back. If I close my eyes, there is no up or down or right or left.
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