She stood on black sands and watched as the waves hurled themselves against the shore. She’d dreamed of standing here for so long; dreamed of the bright shining sun heating her skin. She hadn’t dreamed that she’d be standing alone: under a bleak sun, with the usually soft black sands of the beach crunching under her feet, as the sky released its long-held rains.
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