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She leans against the cold stone railing, the salt spray misting her dark hair as she waits for your message to appear on her screen.
The wind is picking up tonight, whipping around the terrace walls. I just checked the last harvest; the shells are clean and heavy. I am here, reading your words while the Atlantic rolls in.
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