Where the Memories Go

He heard their voices on the far shore. He couldn’t make out the words exactly; instead the sounds came as imperfect, jumbled packets of energy over the water: the soft patter of distant conversation, an excited shriek that echoed, a gaggle of voices around a bonfire, celebrating. 

He stood still listening to those voices, wanting to be among them.

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