kevinthepigeon
the shore waits quietly
it never calls, it never shouts
it sits in its forever stillness
the footprints of the waves,
scrubbed from its memory.
but the shore waits quietly,
quietly and alone
It was magic that the wizard performed. It was always magic. No deception or sleight-of-hand or anything like that. It was magic.
Or maybe it was just what I wanted it to be.