Margo was on a beach.
Correction, Margo was seeing through the eyes of someone on a beach.
It was an important distinction.
There was an unnatural clarity to it all — the feeling of water pooling around her ankles and receding back into the ocean with every wave that crashed ashore. The sound of wind rustling through the pines and how the mist clung to her…
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