AT SHORE

At Shore

She once tried writing scribbles on sand; then eventually, she did. Those lines seemed sweet and calm and soothing; for they were real—as alive as the water which came in tides and waves to gobble nothing but the words. And now, she’s someone who had written on sand; somewhere, at least.

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