She called for me. She wanted me to come to her. They said it was unsafe, too dangerous, but I came anyway in the early rays of light. I reached the beach and looked out into the sunrise. It may seem sappy and peaceful but it isn't. I was walking to my possible death or walking into a destiny that might kill me later. The sand under my feet and in
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