8.2.10

The gown stuck on her scrapes the grey sand, and the waves scrape her. Not even the tumultuous salts of the water can distract her mind from the earlier events of the evening. Nothing can distract her.

She walks the stone cold coast with salty tears and a dress now tinted to the hues of the depths of the sea. What does the land have to offer besides pain and grief? And without thought, she is added to the ocean: lost, lonely, but with some hopeful glee.