Feels like a river

It’s quiet at the beach these days. The sea gulls are there, of course, and occasionally a solitary wanderer. I enjoy the silence it brings. The only sound is the roaring waves rushing in, enveloping me, drowning out my never-ending thoughts. I look at how quickly my footsteps disappear in the sand, until I notice… a duck! Her lifeless body floating in the surf. What ever could have brought her here? I carry her to the dunes, where the wind blows through the marram grass. All I can give her is a nameless grave.

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