The Distant Garden

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The rain fell in sheets. You stand at the edge of the cliff. The water is cold. It bites through your coat. You do not shiver. You are old. Your bones ache. They have always ached. Now they ache more. You look down. The sea is black. It moves slowly. It does not care about you. It does not care about the stone beneath your feet. It swallows the light. It swallows the sound. A figure stands near...

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