Friday takes a break.
She heard the ocean long before she saw it – a dull, repetitive roar. Tapping each boulder to ensure it would hold her weight, she clambered down. Her eyes focused on a piece of driftwood – washing in with the wave, and out again as the water receded. Eventually, she found her breath timed to its movement.
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YES!
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