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I can't find any memory of the ocean that isn't related to you.
My tear glands are the mangroves that crawl over the sandbars at the mouth of the river, but my heart is like the vast ocean. The narwhal's swimming leads me to a black seabed, where there is a crack that a person can bend down. I slowly dive, Landing on the deck of the big iron ship that sank in 1912 , I found Rose Dawson's first-class cabin, pulled out a broken blade of memory from my heart, and when it left my chest, it overflowed with blue light, blurred I put it in her jewelry safe to wipe out the bleeding all around.
A small slice at a time is fine.
Usually I'm a road jerk, but the narwhal will bring me back again.
I can't find any marine memories where you don't exist.
My tear gland is a mangrove forest crawling across the sandbar of the estuary, but my heart is as vast as an ocean, and the narwhal's led me to a black seabed, where there is a crack that can be entered by a sole person, and I slowly dived, finally landed on the deck of the massive iron ship that sank in the year of 1912, I found Rose Dawson's first-class cabin, and pulled out a piece of memory blade-shards from the heart. When it left my chest , it radiated with an aquamarine glitter and shielded the surrounded bloodshot. I put the shard in her jewelry safe.
Just a tiny piece at a time.
Usually I'm unable to memorise directions, but the narwhal will bring me back to here again.