I was standing at the beach, facing the water, feeling small under the windmills that churned in unison. I willed them to reel you in with their invisible force. I waited, but all that came, taunting me, was the wind.
The wind was relentless, and my shirt fluttered, as tattered wings do, behind me. I closed my eyes and flew, lifted to the same sky that we still share. My arms reached out in anticipation, my feet anchored to the sand by the weight of my shadow.
I stood at the edge of the water, just barely beyond its reach, and stared into the distance. I can't see you from here, I whispered. I walked along the shore, picking up pieces I'd show you, leaving behind with each step a solitary trail.
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