Scarlotte,It could be that the loneliness here on my deserted beach is nibbling away at my sanity. It must be the eternal wind that sandblasts my brain. I turn into that crazy artist who talks to himself.
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TCOTNK 2.4 Letters 11, 12, 13 and 14
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Scarlotte,It could be that the loneliness here on my deserted beach is nibbling away at my sanity. It must be the eternal wind that sandblasts my brain. I turn into that crazy artist who talks to himself.