Starfish leaves would be perfect, he
thought. Like a hurricane swept on land. They could float in the
breeze outside the wind with the ribbons. The ribbons could be
seaweed! The plan was perfect. A perfect plan for a perfect wind
chime for his perfect birthday gift.
Ingrid would love it.
Maybe he needed some shells too? Or
maybe just the coral from that path by the starfish leaves... Ingrid
told him not to go there, but he was sure if she knew what it was
for, she wouldn't mind.
Liam set off. Ingrid came home to an
empty apartment.
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