The memories came in like ocean waves. Each one bigger, rougher, stronger, clearer than the next. And as they got closer, the things that once looked peaceful and beautiful were now violent and repulsive. And then without warning, all at once, they crashed to the shore and left nothing but a mess of sharp rocks, shattered shells, and a broken heart behind.
~a.k.
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