Great Ocean Road
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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we saw, but a fraction of coastline as mankind sees a fraction of time. The unborn outnumber grains of sand on the shore. Yet there we strolled. One day in 30 possible 1000. We were running barefoot and blinking against the brilliance of the Psi thinking, Are we actually here? We splashed in the surf. Picked white shells drove down the coast to count the apostles. Eight of 12 remain of their name. We found ourselves standing in the postcard. We were underneath the canopies when I felt the caterpillar sting, I imagine succumbing to a strange death, spoken of briefly before headlines changed. You approached and I joked, I saw two of you, which your friend joked was too bad for you, but I couldn't agree. Not even jokingly. Your accent evaded me, but your voice was syrup on the salt laden breeze, and I couldn't help but smile. We talked about so many things. You spoke of ancient texts in the library, which I visited the very next day. I longed to hold those healing scrolls as brittle as butterfly wings. We rendezvous at the Razorback, where it's serene face watched us watching it came to know our names how we like to our coffee and how we came to be standing there wearing your travelling to next. I captured this moment in a 12 by eight. Mail it to you across the sea. This 1st may not age as the Magna Carta nor stand when the last apostle falls. But you might frame the moment for a mortal time, Yeah.