The Two Shores, page 2 of 12
The sea kept its distance, and Pip let it.
The reeds stood grey by the old edge, their marks gone soft as grain in driftwood.
He had not read them in years, and left them standing.
The sea kept its distance, and Pip let it.
The reeds stood grey by the old edge, their marks gone soft as grain in driftwood.
He had not read them in years, and left them standing.