The salt seemed to lift off the waves, murmuring his grief and causing tiny bruises on his skin. He wondered if all the tears of ancestors made up the depths of oceans. He stood at the edge of the water, wishing it had all been a nightmare and the cool fresh breeze from the saltwater would wake him.
After, he stood with the others at the cemetery, the useless wants of his mind discarded, and faced the field of mourners. It was a short service and then he returned to the beach, letting more tears fill the sea.
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The Bag Lady 
aww ❤ sad!
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