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Toby stood frowning at the ocean. This was, to be straightforward, a rather Ziegler thing to do. The sun was setting slowly and beautifully and the evening was relatively cool, and he stood with his hands in his pockets and frowned.

He'd had a strange dream.

Be poets.

He scratched the back of his neck. His empty coffee cup and a nearly-filled notebook of lined yellow paper lay in the sand at his feet.