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There is only the sea and the beach. No one else, just us two and dog, coffee and a blanket.

There is only the wind and the sun and the feel of my body running, the bark of the dog. Gulls.

The day left behind, the book on hold, but not the pain.

Seeking some escape, where there is none. But I hold her, young with the power of the ocean, her face aglow. And the sea is so much bigger.

Two cups of coffee on the pebbles.

My feet too cold to feel; here let me warm them for you, she says.

Just after five.