She sat on the beach and watched the dawn. The golden sunrise lit the waves, and you could hardly tell how murky the water was. For a few perfect moments, everything was beautiful.
Of course, it was an illusion. Time wasn’t standing still. Below the water, the pounding surfeiting was turning the concrete back into sand. In a few minutes, her Uncle would yell at her to get moving, and there’d be hell to pay if they were the last salvage boat on the water.
But for now, she sat on the cool sand and imagined everything was still okay.

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