C564 On the Beach

She used her fingers to slowly tidy up her hair that had been blown by the sea breeze. She had never felt so lonely before.

She suddenly thought of that poem as she slowly walked into the depths of the ocean, muttering under her breath:

May you be warm in winter, may the spring not be cold, and may you have lamps and umbrellas in the dark and rain.

May you be accompanied by a good man