
The tide rose and fell erratically, as if the moon's rhythm meant nothing. When she stayed long enough, she understood the sea, like herself, had nights where anxiety moved it more than gravity.

The tide rose and fell erratically, as if the moon's rhythm meant nothing. When she stayed long enough, she understood the sea, like herself, had nights where anxiety moved it more than gravity.
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