Letters from near & far: 7

A series of fictional postcards

The beach is the only place I find rest. I spent hours sitting on the sand listening to the waves lash the shore. The rain kept most other people away, but I didn't care. It suited me. Washed out all the tears. I have nothing left now. It hollowed me out, but I don't mind. Nothing is better than the raw emptiness I felt before. 

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