Koji Suzuki | Tide

The tide reached the seawall. The sky turned the color of old videotapes.

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The tide did not rise. It returned — as if it had been gone for centuries and had only just remembered the shore. The tide reached the seawall

Naoko stood at the edge of the breakwater, watching the water climb over rocks that had been dry for three weeks. No wind. No storm warning. Just a slow, deliberate advance, like a hand unfolding. like a hand unfolding.