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  • Writer's pictureJames Kidac


It wasn't so dramatic of course. I followed it down the stairs and to the grounds, where the waves crashed. She was sitting on the rocks, and I approached her carefully. There was no one else around, and it was strangely silent, save the coos of the receding waves. Was it for real, after all these days of solitude, that she just appeared in front of me? My footsteps were silent, then when I stepped on some dirt, there was a sound and she immediately turned to me with a knife in her hand. She was crying.

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