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"Ah! Isn't this just the most beautiful day there ever was?!" Anne yelled as the Cuthbert family traveled to the beach, "I love autumn. I just love it! I'm so glad I get to live in a world where there are Octobers, aren't you? I'm still trying to understand why you haven't been to the beach since you were children."
"Never really thought of it," Marilla excused.
"Never thought of it?!"
"Never really had an opportunity, I suppose," Matthew added.
"But you've had every opportunity! For 50 years! I love you both very much but this is positively mystifying! Mystifying!" Anne got up from her seat and observed her surroundings. "I've been longing to go every day for all of my 14 years but I've never had the chance. I can't wait to find out what we've all been missing because I'm quite sure we've been missing a lot! Oh, stop!"
"What?"
"Stop the buggy! Stop!"
"Whatever's the matter, Anne?" Marilla asked as the carriage drew to a stop.
"Ugh. Wait here! I'll be right back!" Anne hopped out of the cart and ran towards the edge of the cliff.
"Anne! Anne! What the devil? Anne!"
"Are we jumping off the cliff now?" Marigold yelled as she followed after her, "Good. Need to end my misery."
Anne stood at the edge with her arms out as she faced the ocean.
"Anne? What are you..." Mary's words trailed off as looked out onto the ocean. The ocean shore lies jagged, the rocky outcrops a torn piece of paper where they meet the rushing waves. The shore is everything at once, every sense bombarded in a way that brings her mind to elevated thought. Eyes open there is every shade of blue before them, every shade from white to browns and greys at their feet. Eyes closed there is the cool breeze, stealing warmth, giving me the taste and smell of the brine. The ocean's music takes command of their ears with crashing waves and the cries of the gulls. The pebbles push into her soles, shifting as her body leans more to one side or the other. Between rock and wave she stand intoxicated on the breath of mother earth, of nature and all the wonders she holds.
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"Isn't it glorious?" Anne asked aloud as she grabbed Marigold's hand and started to run towards the ocean.
"Anne! Marigold! What are you doing? Oh no... Come back here," Marilla yelled as she watched the two dive into the water, "Matthew! Matthew, stop her. It's dangerous. Anne, Mary, come back here this instant!"
