It was the last night of my secret island retreat. A secluded haven of my own that was neither an island nor a secret. As the sun began its descent, I caught sight of a couple down the beach, strangers who didn’t speak my language. Our eyes met, and we exchanged nods of understanding, silently sharing our respect for this remote escape.
Once the brilliant orange sun dipped below the horizon the cold settled in, each of us retreated to our secret camps among the trees, plotting our own personal journey. The couple seemed set on heading south, while I, lost in contemplation, toyed with the idea of venturing north instead. Back to where I’d already been, to see what I had missed.
Clarity wasn’t in the cards. Luckily, the trail had a way of revealing our innermost desires and secrets.
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