Chapter One

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And so I sat there, watching the heat as it rippled across the parking lot. Could I ever be as carefree as it?

From here, on the edge, I could see the sky and the sand. The sky stretched on forever and I wondered how it could ever cope with its everlastingness.

He walked up to me, eyes as blue as the sky I had just been considering. His smile was the sea and he was forever. How had I survived without him?

We sat in silence. He took my hand and we talked about all that had happened.  The exhilarating happiness, the soul-wrenching sadness ... all leading up to the most important question: What remained of white sands?

Nothing.

And yet, everything.

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