The water laps gently at the shore disturbing what would otherwise be an unbroken mirror small shapes darken on the horizon and become silhouettes as the sun starts to set.
I can literally count the sun down behind the horizon in this place, second by second the suns movements are perceivable, the brightness dims little by little till only the afterglow remains
we all stand at the edge, we all look to the future and then behind us to the past. Sometimes wishing we could just walk back farther up the shore, sometimes wishing we could walk on water and run out to the horizon. Always standing right on the edge.
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