So gradual but yet too darn fast...
If I go back to where the rocks are painted "28" in yellow and where the sun never seems to fade, where the waves crash in a perfect rhythm, and the wind runs through my hair, will the numbers now be different, will it storm from day to day? Will the waves crash too high and drown me, will the wind blow me away?
Too afraid to move an inch, too afraid to run.
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