Water splashing my face.
The sky, a black canvas sprayed with white. So far awayâŚ
My hand is stiff. I make an effort to move it.
My arm is stuck, stuck in wet sand.
I wiggle the rest of my body, and I find that Iâm laying in wet sand, my back and legs and arms half swallowed by soft, wet sand.
A salty breeze brushes my hair. It flops onto my face, cold and wet.
The sky is so beautiful.
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