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It moved away from the milling water in a splash of white foam. Landing neck down on the beach it sort of balanced before rolling onto its side. Part of the label was still visible: a white wine from South Africa. Inside was a note that could be seen through the green glass a little distorted. he reach for it just as the next wave pushed it a little further away from his intrigued hand and as he moved ever closer it receeded further still. He gave up. As did the note.

Posted By Paul Robertson On 03.07.2011 @ 11:04 am