From Eternity
He stood watching the waves. They came towards him, arriving from eternity. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the water. He didn’t move, he stood there transfixed by the sight, the fragmented images replaying in his mind.
All around him was silence, except for the waves crashing to shore, and the roar of the wind. “The wind is your master” he heard a voice say. But there was no one near him, no one at all. Just the setting sun, the wind and the waves.
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