Her eyes on/Horizon

Two seasons ago, she had watched his arrival. The speck on the horizon resolving itself into a boat which slowly grew larger as he sailed towards the shore of Summer.

And now she watched his boat grew smaller as it inched towards Winter's horizon. Until her windswept eyes could not tell, in the wind's wept teary rain, boat from wave. But still she watched.

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