Striding Spirits
Seeking solace, Vicky escaped to his serene brookside haven, where he indulged in his favorite pastime - skipping flat pebbles across the water's glossy and shining surface.
With each carefully selected stone, he counted the skips - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven - his eyes locked on the ripples as they danced away, taking Vicky's stress. The gentle lapping of the water against the shore harmonized with his steady count, calming his mind and washing away all the tension.
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