And she sat, wrapped in a blanket on that beach, softly weeping. The soft sand offering a cold comfortable home for both her saltwater tears and God’s. For in her heart she felt such a cavern of emptiness that she was sure she would forever be alone in her deep, uncomfortable sadness. The back of her ribcage ached from the stress that had seeped too far down her shoulders and seemed to greet the expansion of her lungs unkindly each time she stole a breath. In her own way she wanted to freeze the moment forever, the waves softly lapping up onto her feet and the cool damp breeze moving flirtatiously through her hair. The devil himself teasing her under the glowing night sky. Even though she ached, there was a great beauty in her sadness. She wept harder.

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