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  • We had travelled to the beach to be away from the routine.
    My brother has a habit of sinking into places before he can get his legs to move
    He had sunk in quite a bit over the last two days.

    I made myself get out and walk around early this morning, sink-in sort of days get to my mind after awhile, I was over giving him company in his sink-in, he didn't need it.
    I tend to run on autopilot sometimes with him, my father's always made fun of it.

    It had been raining, taking the camera was a risk, I'd rather have my hands free, I lugged it with me anyway.. it had been sitting in front of me for days, it tends to develop an eagle eye after awhile.
    Maybe I'd find a starfish I told myself, maybe the fishermen would be bringing in their boats..

    She was walking way ahead, I started following her because of the whispery sound the hay made as she walked, like a musical anklet. She was just as I had thought when I got ahead of her, carefully put together. Her shoulders smoothed down by the sun, pulled tightly over her bones by the wear, age creeping in from the shadows, glowing from the inside, her chest covered by a cloth knotted to a string which in turn merged with her beads, layers and layers of real coral, and artificial coral, the artificiality not hurting my eye for a change. Her teeth were coral too, tobacco stained coral. Everything connected so seamlessly. May she never lose those safety pins, I thought to myself. I walked away wanting to get my hands on some charcoal, explore for myself how the light and body dipped in and out of each other.

    An hour back I had nothing to say, and now I was missing my blank sheets of paper, I laughed to myself and walked ahead. I enjoy living.
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