Ephemeral (adj.) - lasting for a very short time; transitory; fleeting (Submission for the “Rare Words Contest”)
Ephemeral 

(adj.) - lasting for a very short time; transitory; fleeting

(Submission for the “Rare Words Contest”) ephemeral stories
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alexandernope
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Submission for @fantastic06 ‘s “Rare Words Contest”
Haven’t been on Commaful in awhile so I figured I should try and write something.

Ephemeral (adj.) - lasting for a very short time; transitory; fleeting (Submission for the “Rare Words Contest”)

Dawn breaks

Dawn breaks and silences the nighttime lull of the lapping waves.

Dawn breaks and silences the nighttime lull of the lapping waves. Wind carries the sound of sea lions,

Dawn breaks and silences the nighttime lull of the lapping waves. Wind carries the sound of sea lions, their swollen bellies barking as if in amusement.

Dawn breaks and silences the nighttime lull of the lapping waves. Wind carries the sound of sea lions, their swollen bellies barking as if in amusement. Squirrels and seagulls awake from their nests

Dawn breaks and silences the nighttime lull of the lapping waves. Wind carries the sound of sea lions, their swollen bellies barking as if in amusement. Squirrels and seagulls awake from their nests, and leave,

Dawn breaks and silences the nighttime lull of the lapping waves. Wind carries the sound of sea lions, their swollen bellies barking as if in amusement. Squirrels and seagulls awake from their nests, and leave, hunting and hungering like thieves.

The beach today, though beautiful, feels like a chasm.

The beach today, though beautiful, feels like a chasm. Reaching down to feel the soft, grainy warmth of sand,

The beach today, though beautiful, feels like a chasm. Reaching down to feel the soft, grainy warmth of sand, I bury my hand beneath.

The beach today, though beautiful, feels like a chasm. Reaching down to feel the soft, grainy warmth of sand, I bury my hand beneath. Lifting,

The beach today, though beautiful, feels like a chasm. Reaching down to feel the soft, grainy warmth of sand, I bury my hand beneath. Lifting, it falls,

The beach today, though beautiful, feels like a chasm. Reaching down to feel the soft, grainy warmth of sand, I bury my hand beneath. Lifting, it falls, each grain obediently returning to its place.

A child darts from the water’s edge.

A child darts from the water’s edge. She carries nothing in her hands but a small, pink pail.

A child darts from the water’s edge. She carries nothing in her hands but a small, pink pail. Arriving to her place, she falls to her knees and begins to build.

She will spend an hour here today,

She will spend an hour here today, building something that soon she will call beautiful—

She will spend an hour here today, building something that soon she will call beautiful— something so physical, so real

She will spend an hour here today, building something that soon she will call beautiful— something so physical, so real —till the waves, reaching out their hands just far enough,

She will spend an hour here today, building something that soon she will call beautiful— something so physical, so real —till the waves, reaching out their hands just far enough, come and carry it

away.

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