Every morning, he sits on this seat facing the sea and the blue sky that
never seems to age—unlike him. Not very long ago, he didn’t care about
the things that are in front of him right now, be it the waves or the
birds fighting against the wind. After all, he was too busy being with
his beloved. Her wrinkled smile, soft voice and gentle touch occupied
his failing senses. All he has now are beautiful memories of what it
used to be like in front of a view that he still doesn’t give a damn
about.
N.B. Wrote this piece for a lovely initiative by a friend who believes one picture can tell several stories at once.
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