The Sunday Whirl

Not a novel concept, unable to face the world alone, always prevalent in the vast darkness of a sleepless night. When Sara wakes, her routine of walking the beach begins. Sara silently offers a prayer to keep the river of guilt far from her mind. Seeing the waves every day is a haunting ache, a reminder of what she did, and what she failed to do. Sadly, keeping those secrets will never end, just as the sea flows constantly over the sand.

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