I looked at her drawings and sketches in more detail the more I came. I mean, they were phenomenal, to begin with, but they also said more than what I could see alone.
Whenever I got to the painting of the beach and the shells, I couldn't help but think how serene it looked, how innocent and beautiful. It didn't look like something that could put a girl into a coma for twenty-six days.
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60 Days of Salt and Sand
Historia CortaBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'
