Character Chart: A Map to the Nine Lives
“God knows you’re lonely souls.”
-UNKLE
A friend once told me that the ocean is cleansed by mercilessly pounding itself into the land it meets, ridding its essence of filth by expelling a dirty, foamy mousse that is thrown into the wind with every crash into the rocky shore.
It came to me as I was chopping wood on our grounds. The impact of each swing of the axe echoed the image of a crashing wave striking Cillobre Cliff. The boulders and stones of Cillobre Cliff were not round and soft like the ones in the river. One would think that the pounding water would soften them, but instead they were jagged and treacherous, a bold sight that our community learned to respect. You could not walk with bare feet on the shores of Cillobre, and that is why I always preferred the riverbed.
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