henryfrazier
HenryFrazier
henryfrazier

I’m walking on an Oregonian beach at night but the tide is out even though the moon seems closer than it ever has. Wind blows mist over the blue sand and I see a figure in the distance who I can’t make out. The sand is damp and I realize I’m naked. The figure walks towards me and I can tell it’s a woman, but not who.