Sitting at the Last Bus Stop in the Seaside Town
At a seaside village's final bus stop, a person discovers they've become the moment itself rather than merely observing it.
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At the end of the wind hung a bell with no name.
I moved as though I had become the protagonist of a film, using that bell's ringing as my backdrop.
And in moving that way, I suddenly realized: I had already become this very moment itself, not something in a movie.
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