The tides are coming up: a wave just swept over this sandcastle’s wall. Eli’s departure yesterday made me realise how close to leaving I am myself - how fast time flew. Four days to go now.
I tried writing about how important he'd been to my time on the island. It ended up sounding like a funeral speech.
All I want to say is that I'll see you soon old man. I'm sure.
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