Story 19 of 48, about 3 minutes to read

Where the Stars Are Written

A refuge where thoughts become tide

At night, along the waterline, the sand is cold and damp underfoot. Behind you lies the world of people; ahead, the sea and a sky thick with stars where the knots of the day grow small.

You look back: your footprints stretch dark on the sand, but the next wave claims them, melts them away.

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