She sat where the last wave almost reached her paws. No one called her name. No one needed to. The sea already knew every quiet thing she carried. Some souls don’t come to the beach to play. They come to remember they still exist.
She sat where the last wave almost reached her paws. No one called her name. No one needed to. The sea already knew every quiet thing she carried. Some souls don’t come to the beach to play. They come to remember they still exist.