In shattered fragments the sands of time
Slip slowly through my fingers.
In glittered stars the shards of life
Blow softly in the wind.
In hazy mist the scattered dreams
Withdraw from the horizons.
In dappled light the shadows fade
And life now takes its form.
The plans we made, the paths we take
The choices come and gone.
The journey's end is in plain sight.
Too late to turn around.
Pistol Shrimp
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Pistol Shrimps are tiny creatures with a deadly weapon. They are capable of
shooting supersonic blasts from their fingertips with enough force to
instantly...
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