And I have only one head bear against the shapeshifting fraternity of clouds to wrap around it a bobbing pair of slippers and an umbrella. There is not too much of an audience for this inconclusive poem of seasalt remedies. So I'll leave here I leave the poem here too. Buried in the chest of an unheard seashell buried in the chest of an unheard seashell
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@nourishyou · 0:24
Oh, that was lovely. I received this offering like a sponge. I soaked it all up and felt fuller for it. Thank you, Linda