A sudden memory came to me today.
The moors were draped in sheets of gentle rain. As I looked around myself, I could see all across the crisscrossed landscape, up to my knees in cold mud, a horseshoe crab in my right hand. The sweet scent of rain, mud, and the subtlest smell of salt stinging my nostrils. The sea, the sea... Brackish water swirling around my legs, and rain dripping down my face. Dreary landscape for a dreary child, but this was true contentment. This was to exist, with no one for miles, and the sea--
So vivid, it seemed for a moment that was where I was. Sometimes I forget. Did this ever even happen?
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