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After the shipwreck, I woke up on the distant beach where all the things we lose will one day wash up. I looked out over miles of glittering car keys, sunglasses, cellphones and loose coins, and felt a strange peace thinking, everything can be replaced. Even me.
Short story written by Peter Chiykowski
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