Kieran Stone's picture

Rye Pier

The longing embrace of the windswept sea, pulling me out over those reaching waves. Overwhelmed and worn down, the call drags me on. A whisper from inside urges me to stop, my senses ignite. Amidst all the Chaos, my strength was always there, when I needed it most. Yet I can't help but wonder, had it not been for the pier, would I have stopped at the shore?

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