Innocence

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I spent a lot of time on the beach when I was little, and one of my favorite things to do was to make sculptures out of twigs and shells and seagull feathers and whatever assorted beach debris was at hand.

I would frequently top my masterpieces with these hollow pink plastic torpedo-looking things that could always be found washed up along the tide line.

I remember how confused and angry I was when my mother would remove them (ruining it, just ruining it) while I wasn't looking.

In retrospect, I kinda wish she'd just told me.












I quite like the blowgun