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Sand.

Squish in between the miniature limbs on my feet, sandpaper on the
rough edge.

Angry strikes. The blow of realization sinks in. Without water, it won’t bond.

Never ending sea, millions of grains surround me while incased inside a mermaid’s body

Drowning as hair is added. Seaweed devours my head, sprouting out of my ears.





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