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Lost

May 16, 2011

The bench at the edge of the beach was so high her feet did not touch the ground. They dangled as if she were much younger than she felt.

It’s time to go, he had said when he woke her. We have to get back to the city.

She’d defied him for the first time. No, she said. I want to see the ocean before I go.

She considered curling up on that bench and sleeping awhile. After all, her mother had always told her that when one is lost, one should stand still until they are found.

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