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Local’s solitude and tradition.

The water was clear blue, waves were slowly reaching the shore and disappearing. A sunny day was upon the town, but the Sun was hidden behind the clouds, peeking through from time to time at Smith standing on the shore. He bent over the steel guardrail and stood still, looking deep into the water.

“Margo, where are you?”

Putting his head up after five minutes and looking to the left, he saw Josephine walking up to him through a weird tunnel-like alley. He turned around and now his back was facing the vast sea behind.

“Hey, Josey.”

“Good morning, Smith. How’d you sleep?” – she answered nearing him, looking into the distance with squinty eyes.

“I didn’t, that’s why I’m here. Listen.” – he said and turned back. – “I just thought. That house near the forest, remember? We got to check it out.”

“Really?”

“Don’t worry about it, we just need to check something, and we’ll be out of the house.”

His eyes shifted to the horizon and with solitude he stood there leaving her confused and curious.

“Okay. But you know I’m doing this for you, right? I never even liked her. She was rude and just an asshole.”

“Come on… She was just quiet.”

“With you she was, when you were fucking her.”

“Josey, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Smith raised his voice and she put her head down.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to say she was quiet, probably loud with you, huh?”

Smith put his arm around her black coat.

“What’s wrong?”

As they locked eyes a slight smile slowly emerged on her face.

“Just going through a hard time, you know. And also, this tape that I found in the morning. It’s very weird, Smith.”

“Can I see it?”

Birds flew over their heads, flying to sit on the stones near the water. Locals gather at the same time as always for quarter of a decade at this bay. The bond is strong with each other knowing exactly what to expect – birds expect food, locals expect the company, the company of another God’s creation.

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“Good day! The 2^nd day, the same route as yesterday – to the west!”

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Menny forest. First discovered back in the 18^th century, when foreign invaders depicted it in their journals – very-very old journals. A very interesting reputation of the forest resided by a very rich ecosystem – depictions involve signs, feelings, instincts about the forest. Instincts of betrayal, hatred, satanic predisposition. Might be that the invaders were not welcomed in these lands.

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“What were you doing here, Margo?” – Smith asked himself.