Infinite arcs
The south coast. The sun arcs overhead. Waves rolling out like freshly floured pastry on the shore. The ancient traditions of worshipping on the sea …
The south coast. The sun arcs overhead. Waves rolling out like freshly floured pastry on the shore. The ancient traditions of worshipping on the sea …
I walk into the study to get something. I notice a book on the desk I hadn’t seen before. I pick it up and flick …
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