The Temple

Because it is awesome…


At first we saw very little that was recognizable; or each other for that matter. We had been scattered all up and down the beach and there was almost no wreckage to be found. But after two or three days we started to find each other.

We came together as a group and combed the beach near the high water mark to salvage what we could. There was some luggage and clothing but not much else. There were four of us altogether and for a long time we didn’t even speak. There were just no words. Language no longer mattered. What could you really say? We walked about in a daze for a week.

Hastings fashioned himself a spear and went off in search of something we could eat. I stayed with the others and helped to build a camp. It was just William Tinner and Laurent Papille and myself…

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