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The crimson rays splatter across those scanty clouds, as the sun goes down the horizon. 

Water washing the sand off my feet, as I wander across the beach, tides rising.

For every pebble I stoop down to seize, some slip off my arms and my knees.

And all of them are slipping, while I strive to keep them together, I bother.

I crouch down to prevent them as they fall,
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
At a question, I now stare, 
Which to take, which to spare.
I decided to leave them all there,
Perhaps the sea did better care.

For memories do not need a collection of stones.
I walked away, to beat the night, to search the knowns…

~Akshay Kapse & Atharva Kulkarni