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The storm had passed, leaving the beach nearly empty. The sand held footprints and tire marks like a map of the day. The light was even and low, the kind that asks you to stop and see.
The storm had passed, leaving the beach nearly empty. The sand held footprints and tire marks like a map of the day. The light was even and low, the kind that asks you to stop and see.