Sitting on the Sand

Sunlight sparkling through clean, white sand

Sitting on the sand, the old man sighed. The air was cold, but the last rays of the sun were warm enough to suppress the chill. The man watched the waves regretfully. He couldn’t sit comfortably. He felt like he didn’t deserve to be comfortable after the pain he’d caused today. It started at the … Continue reading Sitting on the Sand

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