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September 25, 2004 by imissherso
The song was always the same, same rythym, same beat, same sound. It was all too familar, the sound ringing through his ears and into his memory, something he tried to object. He shook it off and walked with patience and stride down the side walk. The board was slipping through his grasp, so he stopped to pick it up again. He continued down the walk and reached the boards that led to the sand, when he got to the sand he stopped to re-group. He sat down, eyes hazy and observant. He ran his han...