Ocean's Breath Plateau What the Tide Took and the Ocean Left Behind

Things settled, like silt and sand to the bottom. It brought no joy to her, and yet there it was undeniable. Life was going on and she did not know quite what to make of it. Each similarity felt like a betrayal each difference a new stab of discomfort, grief, guilt. Mourning felt like rocks tumbling in the sea even as the rest of life slipped through her paw pads grit in each step, impossible to wash off. She sighed, let the wind blow through her hollow, freeing up that space lodged within her chest. It was easier sometimes, sometimes harder. The day came and it was good, even as she plodded along the beach.

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