Wading softly back towards the beach, bare bones et al.

The morning sun, so strikingly harsh to my eyes and yet such a welcomed caress on my skin. Imagine this lone beach, ever present throughout time.



It’s a frighteningly welcomed thought… being alive for all time.

I can’t even imagine a world without rocks, without trees or absent the wind in my face. The barrens are a harsh reality faced by lone souls such as you and I.

Time stretches so thin.


I gather my clothes, and continue walking into the barrens. While the morning is still young, and I am so terribly old.. time to quietly tread back into the barrens.


-I am Crandew




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