February 21, 2017

Whips of his own hair lashed his face. The howling wind gusted above and around the dunes. Light swarms of sand took to the air and wheeled madly to crash against his fluttering cape. He reeled into the cabin and, after a struggle, shouldered the door shut. Exhausted, he fell fully clothed across the bed and drained away to sleep. Pockets of sand moved as if with purpose in the long creases of his cape. They spilled to the floor, gathered in mass, and moved to open the door.

A quiet dawn greeted the new day. Low waves tumbled in, then calmly hissed away. In the darkness of the cabin filled with sand and buried under the new dune, stillness reigned supreme.

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