Even as the salt stung her eyes and the sun cracked her lips, she could never reject the sea's embrace. Even as she shook on the earth, her footing was sure at sea. No matter how gently it cradled or how roughly it reached, it always knew exactly what she needed.

The sea knew each curve in her body and it knew each strand of her hair. The sea knew it could not keep her, and it knew she could not stay.

They spent the sunlight together to keep all worries at bay. When dawn became dusk, they lingered in the sand, before she walked away. The sea hesitated, then reached, watching as it pooled in her footprints. No matter how many times they did this, the sea always tried too late.

It's hard to say which was more tragic; as the sea would never leave her, but she could never stay.

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