100km
100 kilometres radius of loneliness surrounds me. I sit quietly as my
pen strokes create a beautiful sonata backed by the crashing waves. Words
flow from my hand, keeping me company as I weep from their power. Here
in my cove the words try and bring her back to me in the oceanic metaphor.
Still 100 kilometres of loneliness surround me and my words.
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