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There are a million birds in the sky right now. I know a million is a lot and it's illogical and incorrect but I look up and they are all I see, and there are a million of them.
I can't hear the ocean right now, or the sound of the birds, or the blowing wind. But I remember what they sound like. Or at least what I think it sounds like, as far as the ocean goes. To be honest, this is my first time even being close to the water. I never reached the shore before I lost it. But that's okay. I remember walking my dog through my neighborhood, and hearing the wind rustle the branches and leaves. I remember thinking, If there's anything that sounds like the ocean, it's this.
That was years ago. God, I don't even know if my dog is still alive. I know this is a silly thought, but I'm going to write it down anyway: I hope he doesn't hold a grudge against me. My parents were never really keen on the idea of a dog in the first place, but . . . I don't know. Maybe they'll like him more now that I'm gone.
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It's late, and I'm growing tired. This is the first time I've written something down. Maybe it won't be the last.
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