timiswin
He spread his hands wide open, allowing the grains of sand to slip slowly from his palms. His feet dug into the grains and he slowly tilted his head back to stare up at the open sky. His chest heaved with a deep sigh as he reached for the bottle of whiskey setting buried in the sand at his side.
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