...to visually comprehend. The agitated water, still the set scene for choreographed loons.
Closing her eyes, white flashes one after the other. Like exploding marshmallows. The nonsensical images unfolded in her mind's eye. The absurd images that, as she would later discover, would eventually imprint a dramatic stigma upon her impressionable heart.
Whiteness. And then a distinct path of lilac-colored sand. Golden sheafs on either side. Step. Step. Step. And then she paused. Reluctantly turning her body, only to discover...
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