C475 Return to the Island for the Wedding

Island, by the sea.

The autumn wind blew the tide, kissing the soft sand stalls again and again, bringing up sand again and again, revealing the cleanest of white muslin. The sand stalls in the shape of a crescent moon stretched very far, as if they had no end, and a slender figure walked along the sand stalls.

The gentle silk scarf wrapped around her neck was lifted by the wind