Incoming waves washed sand from in between her toes. Sea foam lined the shore. A sand-castle that a group of young children had made earlier in the day was being reclaimed by the elements. Its desheveled state was a reminder of a marriage that no longer was working. So across the great open expanse she looked, and wished in that moment she was apart of the ocean. No identity. No responsibilities. Nothing.
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