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I would like to live in a giant glass snail's shell whilst it travels across the sea.

and when you find a hefty spike from a merking's crown, fashion it into an instrument to play. (maybe flute, maybe drum sticks.)
Perhaps I would then fasten the petty flute firmly unto a silkworm strap.

Id like to think that when the snail eats, she'll share some with you so you can make lightly salted seaweed soup and cook quail eggs on the glass of her shell.  Yes..  I would like to do this with you. puddle they're throwing us mud puddles of their thoughts that we catch
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