The Last CollectionVersión en línea A riddle about what remains when wanting never stops. por Natalie P Crandall 1 I am a living tide that rushes in with glittering promise, devouring the horizon until the shore is stitched shut and the clock ticks toward waste. Hints 1 Choosing slower, deliberate care can mend the damage and sustain futures. 2 What you wear yesterday becomes a landfall of scraps tomorrow. 3 It moves with urgency, buying more and discarding quick.
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