The photographer, pleased with his shot.
The sun, dimming as it creeped again toward the horizon.
The water echoed a chorus of lapping goodbyes.
Grass crunched beneath boots.
Loose pebbles gave way.
Far away, mountains kept their vigil.
Cold winds swept over Galway.
The two strangers went home alone, leaving behind footprints and false context.

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