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Wed, 28 May 2025 14:13:06 +0000

The first thing I felt was warmth soft and heavy like a blanket, but shifting—the sun. Then came the sting of salt on my lips, and the coarse scrape of sand against me hit my cheek. My fingers twitched, sinking slightly into the cool grains beneath me. Somewhere nearby, waves curled and crashed, their rhythm slow and endless.