The waves of infinity die upon that shore, casting themselves upon those ancient sands from which time is made. And Death is seen, walking along the shore; his straight path sometimes leading deeper into the abyss, sometimes farther up into the beach.
We do not understand the end of things, nor the eternity of them.
I dreamed last night I had fallen in love, and once we confessed our feelings, when I kissed the top of her head, she was gone. She floated away from me, and there was nothing I could do to go after her. Such are dreams.
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