The travelers look across the water by the shore and watch the waves come in.
There was a village here, long ago before flood and fire: a village of stilt-houses upon the shore.
Now there are only broken wooden pillars, rising like headstones above the silent deep.
This is for Three Line Tales, Week 221. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Clarissa Carbungco for providing the prompt photo!
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