The artists of the low tide

Every day since I arrived here I wake up in the sunrise and they are there. They dont need self-help books, they dont complain about the crisis, they dont wonder about the secret of life, maybe the have the intuition that is hidden in those shells, they dont want to find answers, they live in the mistery, they accept it and they keep on picking shells while I write about them.

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