She stood on the beach and stuck one delicate foot out towards the approaching tide.
She braced for the icy shock of the cold water rushing over her toes.
It never came. She moved closer, her heels sinking into the wet sand, and tried again.
She heard the rush of the water all around her, and yet, she was dry. The water parted for her.
She stood, fascinated, as the sea flowed around her.
She took another step forward, and the water retreated, bending away from her like a bowstring. She kept walking, and the sea never closed over her.

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