A vision of transience befell his damp eyes as he strolled beside the sea, his feet immersed in cool, comfortable sand and washed by waves of water, crashing and retreating unequivocally, almost mechanically. The harsh, rough noise of the waves was pleasant to his eyes, which had seen so much before, and now wanted to see little else. His mind was a cocktail of emotions, and the sea a pacifying god, becalming the ever-so-violent tsunamis of his mind. His reason of coming here was to get back any tiny semblance of his childhood back, of innocence that was no more, of what there was before he won glory and beauty and eventually lost it all. If it came back, he’d hold on to it with all his might, like a little child his mother, and never let it go…..


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