
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a beach against a wide ocean.
Small choices.
Not long he’d said, I did ask if he could be more specific. He was very nice about it but just couldn’t say. Months, weeks or days…he didn’t mention years.
I really don’t know why I am writing this down, there is no one to read it.
I don’t feel sad, how could I, the sea looks so beautiful with sun glinting on it. This beach is so peaceful, it’s warm and safe.
God, I am so tired, I need to sleep, I wonder if I will wake up again.
It’s funny I am not in any pain… I wonder if it will stay like that. No I am not afraid , well a little, maybe.
Oh! Hello dog, your beautiful are you on your own.
No it’s okay she’s no…
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