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Like him, the years were gradually wearing it away.

One day, almost without realizing it, while we were walking along the beach I slid off, without making any noise, without being able to warn him.

The chain broke, and I returned to the sand.

I no longer felt his touch, his warmth.

Farewell to my adventures, to my friend….

I saw how he gradually faded into the distance

with his weary walk, unaware that his old travelling

companion, his little snail, had been left behind

on that vast, empty beach.