Letter to the sea.

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Letter to the sea.

Today I took a piece of paper, a pen and went to the shore. Not because I had something to say - on the contrary. My head was quiet. But sometimes words come when you're just next to the sea.

I sat down on a flat stone, putting a scarf under me. The wind played with the edges of the sheet. I wrote:

"Hello. I'm here again. Nothing special happened. I just wanted to talk. You know how to listen. I feel calm, but it hurts a little. It's not pain. Just... a shadow of a memory. Thank you for being there."

I folded the sheet, put it in my notebook. And just sat. The sea didn't answer. But it didn't disappear either.

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