I found a bag with 156 words. I threw it to the ground and they spilled. This is what they said:

"I walked backwards to follow the ducks, walked backwards all the way home, a thousand miles or so, walking well past the point where my shoes were confused as to where they were supposed to wear down, walked into the ocean, down under the waves, backwards through the riptide, held my breath along the Atlantic current while the sun spun by overhead, backwards through darkness and muck at the very deepest deep, the backwards as the blue rose again, backwards southeast through large playful waves, backwards until I climbed the continental shelf and could smell the burnt honey of smelting rum again, backwards until my bald pate crested and I could feel a need for at least SPF 30, backwards and up the beach adn finally, exhausted, sat my lean self down in a small white chair by a bar seaside in Bermuda, where a Dark 'n Stormy was at my wrist before I'd uttered 'Hello.'"

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