The Echo Chamber II

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

639: I stroll wobblingly along a vast strand of sugar-white sand, inhaling the commingled odors of life and death in the ocean’s salty breath.  I gain a renewed sense of my own pitiful insignificance.  Ahhh.

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