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i find a tortoise on a deserted stretch of shore — one that has learned to commit suicide by watching humans. it may have spent its whole life waiting for someone and grown tired. or perhaps, begging for forgiveness that never came, it shed its skin into the sand and became a shell. the shell's purpose now is not protection — only to hide what is rotting inside. if ever the one it waited for, or the one who forgot to forgive, came to that place — a shell would be there as witness to its waiting, and its final forgiveness. — haka