Chasing the sunset, over the sloping hills of solid stone that formed the shore, I thought maybe we were on to something. Trees grew amidst the rocks, dense enough to make the setting sun elusive, giving us something to follow. We saw it set once, then followed my sister further down the shore, stepping out of the trees to discover it was still
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The things which shape me, at least, tend to come upon me without any warning; who knows but next year you might be reading this over and saying, "little did I know little did I know".
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