The Edge of the Water, page 12 of 12
The proud tide came again at first light, up the sand to the hollow, the way it always had.
This time two of them were waiting for it, one on the shore, one in the swell.
The pool filled. The morning started.
The proud tide came again at first light, up the sand to the hollow, the way it always had.
This time two of them were waiting for it, one on the shore, one in the swell.
The pool filled. The morning started.