The Distant Summer
You are standing at the edge of the salt marsh, the wind whipping your hair into your eyes, tasting the metallic tang of the ocean air that has seeped into your skin so deeply over the last three years that it feels less like an external element and more like a fluid circulating in your veins, replacing the blood you once had, the blood that was red and warm and belonged to a man who used to...
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