Comic AI
by zackig · 👁️ 8
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He comes here when the day is new.
A promise kept with paper and salt.
You said you'd wait at the same sunrise.
Promise me you'll come back.
He had written one every year. Words to a name the sea already knew.
Not a goodbye. A letting go. He would return next year. For now, the day — and the sea — would do.