STORMThe gorgeous view stretched in front of me, as far as I could see.I am sitting down on the white beach sand, watching the rough waves slosh against the shore and rocks as the clouds in the sky continued to march across the landscape.“There is something about the ocean that feels eternal. The stillness even with the waves, a oneness in all of it I never thought I could ever experience, until now,” I whisper to Landon, whose laying next to me, eyes on the ocean.I pat his flurry head, petting him.This has been us, for three weeks now, coming to the beach to sit and watch the waves, the sunrise and the sunset, and then eat, where I have to wolf because there is no cooked anything around here, and then sleep.I still haven’t been able to coax him out, but he is not gone, he still perks up when I talk to him. Landon is still around.“my father used to run with me when I was just a pup, and then we would lay down in the grass, and watch the night sky. That is how I have always conn
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