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 The lifesaver finally showed up, amidst the tumbling waves. Another beach day on the job glancing toward a distant boat. She mused again, the second time this hour. Have to save a life this day? Or just patrol, ever attentive. The bluish flowing waves a stray gull calling: come to my family to feast, here by the sand dunes. Rolling thoughts walking the surf line. Then layered on the calm, a thunderous blast. A fighter plane flying the coastline. Must have been near the speed of sound. |
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