These are jellyfish I photographed
when I was two years old.
Floating gently in the sea,
and quietly in the depths of my memory.
Like a thread of light rising from the ocean floor—
slow, persistent, never ceasing.
when I was two years old.
They drifted silently through the water—
transparent, quiet,
like a tear the ocean had forgotten.
transparent, quiet,
like a tear the ocean had forgotten.
Floating gently in the sea,
and quietly in the depths of my memory.
Back then, I didn’t yet understand life,
but I had already begun to feel its flow.
but I had already begun to feel its flow.
Like a thread of light rising from the ocean floor—
slow, persistent, never ceasing.
DRAG THEM NOW！
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