The Distant Affair
You stand at the edge of the cliff where the salt air tastes of iron and old grief, watching the cormorants dive into the churning grey waters of the North Sea, their black bodies disappearing into the abyss like tears into a wound that will never close, and you think of how your brother, Elias, used to say that the sea was merely a mirror for the soul’s deepest, most unspoken regrets, a vast,...
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