Description: It's not the same old thing
The sea whispers, faint. It sounds like pages shuffling. A seal barks. I lick a finger and test the breeze. The wind is in the east. A moment later it comes, mournful and high. The stones are singing and I feel it, at last, that I’m home. I listen for a time, despite my tiredness. I think, if heartbreak had a sound, it would be just like this.
She can smell him the way wild animals smell prey.
The visions don’t frighten me anymore. I can usually tell what’s real and what isn’t.
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