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Somewhere in the night, Lily is dreaming.
She is rushing through water, a blue tunnel that parts just for her in a way she can remember almost as truth. It washes over her back as she slides ever forward, a hello-goodbye , a perfect curl of a wave cresting in front of her. In moments, she is standing, gliding up top on the surface, looking down into a world of fish and sand and shells. The board is smooth beneath her feet, carving through the water like a knife.
She coasts forever, feeding out from the sea, and then ducks under, watches the wave crash above her head in a tumble of green and foam. Treading water, slick and still at the bottom, the chaos cascades over her, rushing down towards the shore. Weight balanced, she remains, clutching gritty sand in the palms of her hands.
Under it, under everything, she is safe.
She is rushing through water, a blue tunnel that parts just for her in a way she can remember almost as truth. It washes over her back as she slides ever forward, a hello-goodbye , a perfect curl of a wave cresting in front of her. In moments, she is standing, gliding up top on the surface, looking down into a world of fish and sand and shells. The board is smooth beneath her feet, carving through the water like a knife.
She coasts forever, feeding out from the sea, and then ducks under, watches the wave crash above her head in a tumble of green and foam. Treading water, slick and still at the bottom, the chaos cascades over her, rushing down towards the shore. Weight balanced, she remains, clutching gritty sand in the palms of her hands.
Under it, under everything, she is safe.