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LynneOfMagincia
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Just past dusk. In the moonlight, the grains of sand shimmered even brighter. It had been some time since Lynne had set foot on her home beaches. Above her the seagulls dipped and dove through currents of air as their wings lifted and settled on the gentle breeze.
Current was a funny thing. Much like tide it only held a certain sense of predictability and when you thought you would count on the direction, it would shift. Be it storm at sea, or change in nature. Her pale face, having lost its bronze tinge some time ago turned to watch as the incoming waves swept her footprints into the foam.
Smiling to herself she hiked up her skirt so that the wet hem clung to her knees as she pressed her toes into the grains once more. Footprints could always be started anew...
Current was a funny thing. Much like tide it only held a certain sense of predictability and when you thought you would count on the direction, it would shift. Be it storm at sea, or change in nature. Her pale face, having lost its bronze tinge some time ago turned to watch as the incoming waves swept her footprints into the foam.
Smiling to herself she hiked up her skirt so that the wet hem clung to her knees as she pressed her toes into the grains once more. Footprints could always be started anew...