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Books and Wings

My first trip to the seashore, I fell in love with the waves. Just as we were about to leave, one wave tore away from the sea. When the others tried to stop her by clutching at her floating skirts, she caught my hand, and we raced away together across the wrinkled sand.

My father tried to send her back, but the wave cried and begged and threatened until he agreed that she could come along.

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