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I’m walking down the seashore. I’m dragging my feet through the sand, thinking, thinking of how you’d sit on the sands and gaze at the sea all day. The water would grace your legs and recede as though it were taking you along with it. It’d all be perfect; the sky high above, people swimming and making noises, the waters curving high and disappearing into the horizon. You’d lose yourself in all these, you’d forget for a second everything but yourself.

I’m walking down the seashore, but I’m not walking with you.

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