She drifted. Slipping, falling, casually sifting through the layers of her thoughts. Outside her head, the sound of the waves rolling in and sliding out added rhythm to her musings, the gentle movement of her body provided syncopation -- up and then down, up and then down
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But, I am not unhappy with this writing.
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