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I’ve been collecting insights,
Like seashells on the shore.
Each one a spark, a hidden door,
To worlds I’ve never known before.
I stumble on a piece of light,
Glimmering beneath the night.
An echo caught in ocean’s breath,
A hint of life, untouched by death.
Some whisper secrets, soft and wild,
Dreams that drift like moonlit tides.
While others glow, with daylight’s spark,
A dance of color — bold and stark.
And so I wander, wide-eyed, free,
With shores of secrets, calling me.
Each step a chance, each find a thrill,
The pursuit of endless, boundless still.
...by all means,
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