today the fort was gone... was a shame to lose the object in the memory so great, though with the tide and constant sweeping of the shores a new one came. a bigger, badder, better fort arising from the surf i crawled inside then looked. it was dark, to see, an impossibility. i shined the light into my night which i held as my own as i scurried around. hiding from the voices which lie in the distance as sat for a moment reflecting the fort which had passed on... next time dosn't have to be the same it will be just as good wherever, whenever, as long as we're the same...