Tin’s Bended by nsbnina

Clarissa stopped at the overlook, halfway between parking lot and beach, in the midst of the dunes where the grasses were thickest. The day smelled of fresh rain, seaweed and salt water. The asphalt, slick in spots, looked blacker and the leaves on the trees looked larger. The only color was the cedar pickets that...

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