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Sara sat on the sea wall a dozen feet above the beach at low tide, watching a storm thrashing against the ocean in the distance. There was something magical about being able to see all the way to the horizon, watching the weather approach long before it arrived. Growing up nestled between the hills near the Bay, she never experienced such expansiveness.
Lightning flickered down from the clouds, colliding with the surface, looking so gentle from this distance. Like a hand reaching delicately down from above.
She wasn’t the only one out, but she was the only one so carefully watching the water. Mesmerized by it, awed by the glowing point in the distance where the sun seeped through the storm clouds and lit the waves a vibrant gold.
Above her the sky was white and overcast, the veil of
