Walking atop the femur bones of giants, the remains of victims, coughed up onto the rocky shores, from King Neptune's unpredictable rage. Shores garnished with a salad of seaweeds, tossed together with Goeduck shells, gratuity from Diana's oscillating ridges, appeasing the cries from hungry pecking beaks.
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Cancer
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