The Two Shores, page 5 of 12
Past the sandbar, in water the shore has no word for, a small grey stone lay in a hollow of rock where the light got down at noon.
Dawn passed it most days.
Some days she stopped.
Past the sandbar, in water the shore has no word for, a small grey stone lay in a hollow of rock where the light got down at noon.
Dawn passed it most days.
Some days she stopped.