all you do is
pass by exactly when the tide is low, and see a house in the echoes of the thick fog on a
humid morning . At this time, you still don't know that you once had a strange name in this desolation. Memories won't be overwhelming and won't tell by themselves, but they will use a voice to stranded you and let you grant your gaze to it in the distance without direction . Some memories aren't really your own, but when you hear it, when you choose to sail toward it with a boat made of tears. It becomes your memory.
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