Chris Hardianto

The White Shells

A short story White sands stretch as far as the eye can see.The twilight sky begins to blanket the horizon.The gentle crashing of waves seems to whisper. “Calm down.”“Everything will be alright.” Unaffected by the crowd joyfully playing, laughing, running around.Yet, the heart remains empty, quiet, alone. Today marks exactly one year since the passing

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