A wish
I know not who she was. We only passed twice upon the beach. We stopped and spoke about the man up the beach in a bathing suit in the freezing surf doing yoga and shadow boxing and swimming. She walked a long way north. I went up to the second floor to the deck. Returning, she abruptly stopped, turned her back to the ocean and threw something over her left shoulder. If it was a wish for a better future, I trust it included all of us. There is not enough salt in the ocean for that wish.
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