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1.9.24
She felt sick and turned over to feel a cooler pillow on her furrowed brow where coconut scented oil sunk into the cotton beach blanket squeezed between the world and her face.
1.9.23
Horizons swooned, perpetually motive, twenty feet above their heads and ten thousand leagues below the soles of their sunburnt feet.
1.9.22
On a boat they burned in the gulf sun, her father and brother first, then Addy, the two of them cast off into a salty blue-grey brine, never-ending.
1.9.21
And she drifted back to the other side of the double-paned window, through the sweaty condensation, sliding down where blue skies fall into the sea.