River leans down, picking up something in the sand, a stone rolled smooth by the water. Her thumb rubs at it, swiping away at the surface until something became visible beneath the surface. An eye?
"Taking a journey, you never come back the same. The waves roll over you, the current carries you, and the shape changes. She knew that when she let you go."
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River leans down, picking up something in the sand, a stone rolled smooth by the water. Her thumb rubs at it, swiping away at the surface until something became visible beneath the surface. An eye?
"Taking a journey, you never come back the same. The waves roll over you, the current carries you, and the shape changes. She knew that when she let you go."