Part 1
If it were a story, it would be set by the sea on a very long beach.
A beach without beginning and without end.
The story of a person who walks along this shore and perhaps never meets anyone.
It stretches on forever, glistening and shimmering in the warm evening sun.
Your gaze lingers to observe some object or fragment borne by the sea,
drifting, catching on a rock, ... and pulled back into the water again.
A seagull whirls over your head, crying, calling... circling around and around,
borne by the wind, fighting and soaring as it circles. Calling, calling.
more tomorrow...
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