Between the ridges of the sand lies something that once lived, now only a memory. A broken crab, worn down by time and perhaps by struggle. Everything ends, even what seems strong. But even in its fragility, it leaves something beautiful behind. Sometimes you have to dwell on what remains, to really grasp what once was.
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