The Edge of the Water, page 3 of 12
Twice a month, when the tide was proudest, the sea climbed the sand and filled the hollow by the flat grey stone.
Then it drew back and left a pool there, like something it had forgotten.
Twice a month, when the tide was proudest, the sea climbed the sand and filled the hollow by the flat grey stone.
Then it drew back and left a pool there, like something it had forgotten.