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2019-08-25

After passing through the forest, I saw the sea.

It was a sea rising steadily in the distance, even becoming the backdrop for the moon. Pale yellow moonlight, as if fermented, spilled across the surface of the sea. Some slender birds were pecking at the shore, their feathers tinted with the color of moonlight.

The wind was gentle and languid, swaying the shadows of the trees. The stars were sparse, and with a wisp of broken cloud, they seemed to be washed onto the train window by the sound of water. The waves came rushing forward, receded again, then vanished into the train’s steady advance.

No one shared this view with me.

Night had grown deep, and everything had slowed down.

Except for time. She never waits for me.