This story has a lot of wonderful texture. It's like a vintage postcard filled with bittersweet memories, nostalgia, and grief. Beautiful tale!
They often walked eastward and over the small rise to the river mouth and the tiny tavern that sat discreetly amongst the grasses and stunted, twisted trees, or sat watching the ocean beyond the lighthouse in the very spot they both stood now.
Thanks ever so much @litguru . Hope you're well!