During low tide, one can see the sand clearly. It is a long stretch to enjoy the salt water on your skin.
I took the long hike and picked up various seashells. Half-broken and sandy, I rinsed my treasures once I reached the water. I looked down and noticed the pattern the waves etched in the crystallized earth.
Then, an older men slowly hobbled across the plains.
He didn’t look down like me. He looked up at the open sea.
As the mild waves curled around his frail ankles, he stared at the horizon for quite a while until a small child ran across the sand and splashed when she reunited with the water.


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