There was a kind of peace there at the end of the day that I had never experienced before. All that you could hear was the cry of gulls and the gentle rustle of water gliding over sand and stone. She and I would sit on the porch and watch the sun slide into the horizon and neither of us ever said a word. We didn't need to talk or to hear a voice. It was enough to just sit there and breathe the air and watch another day change into dusk. That was all we needed out of life at that time. That was all, and that was enough. 

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