He had death on his mind, but not his own. He walked the shore thinking of a thousand deaths – the death of youth, the death of summer, the death of certain feelings. The death of all life. Death, in all its forms, and the things that followed it. Death, always carrying birth, for Nature abhors a vacuum.
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