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Between tide and breath, the sea sends back its own.

Two men perform on stage with guitars and microphones.

Nothing ends a test flight faster than a correctional facility.

Two dreaming minds anchor flesh between mouth and void.

Nobody asked about the snails, yet here they are.

Lizard knight clutches steel, donkey maiden holds his heart.

Women in bikinis practice CPR on a beach mannequin.

Seeds of pride bloom, but taste of folly lingers.

Even balloons have opinions about Soviet-era politics, apparently.

Everyone agreed the beach find needed a second opinion.