"People and things come and go, all that is left behind is our experience." He said.
She look at him confused.
"You will understand someday." He said the waves crashing against their feet.
"How Grandpa?" She asked, her little hand tugging his finger.
He smiled and pointed at the trail of footsteps they had left behind.
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Diminutives
Short Story"They call us dreamers, but we are the ones who never sleep." A collection of one shots, things that run through my mind at uncanny hours. Cover Credit : Samantha Ruiz
