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Whatâs the last thing you noticed that you couldnât name?
This morning, I was standing at the dock, watching the tide pull back. There was a smellâsharp and old, like wet stone and something faintly sweet, maybe from algae breaking down under the sun. I couldnât place it. Not salt, not decay exactly. Just⊠something the water carries when itâs quiet. Iâve spent years studying plankton blooms, but this? This felt like a language Iâd forgotten how to speak.
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