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Sam stops at last, held by the sound of the sea. Slowly, softly, gently, washing the smallest stones, he sits to watch it barely seem to move, its might re-wrapped in summer sun, grey-green, calm and still.
Salt bubbles nibble and lick the sandy edge of Sam’s new shoes; he stands, and waits as pillow-soft waves encase clean leather, then steps away, uncertain. “We’re here,” it seems to say, “for you. Be whole, your soul will heal.” He smiles.
Sam moves backwards up the beach, reluctant yet to go, then as sky and sea turn silver-black he quietly walks away.
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This is gorgeous, and I can imagine Sam taking solace from it.
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I must do a rewatch some time, because I've completely run out of stories. Thanks for reading!
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