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Just a snippet of someone's life

D-DAY beaches, France

We are walking to one of those big harbor wrecks or something. The wreck seems big and old.

"I don't think we're allowed in here.", I say. We are standing close to the 'entrance' of an overturned wreck.

"It may be dangerous, I think the sign just means: enter at your own risk ."

We still want to take a look and walk inside.

Something is different here. Time flows around us, weighs down on us. It is silent, the only thing you hear is brown noise of the space, and the water that leaves us behind in here.

"I don't think the energy in here feels nice."

"Me neither. is that blood on those walls?"

"That is rust, honey."

"Oh."

It might be rust, but that doesn't take away that everything seems to slow down here like we're traveling in time. Funeral pace. Back to the loud D-Day, burdensome, but not breathless. The silence wants to tell us something, but now it is a bit timid.

We step outside again and we're back here, now, safe.

"What if we actually traveled in time and went back for a minute?"

"I think we would have noticed."

But time is so unpredictable, it sneaks past us while we're holding onto it so tightly. Leaving only an imprint in the shape of a wreck.