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Sunlight warmed his face. He listened as the surf rustled against the sand only to retreat back into the depths. Another wave, larger this time, crashed into the beach and sent hundreds of little rivers into small canyons between the towels. The cold water tickled his shriveled toes. A child laughed, running from the waves before being scooped up by his mommy. Warmth enveloped him like a blanket fresh out of the dryer, as if he had found the eternal source of joy and would be able to keep it for himself. His thoughts drifted.
Someone was with him. To his right. They were close, projecting security. They radiated, pulsating toward him.
He couldn't turn. His hands wouldn't move. He reached out with his fingers, but felt nothing. Out of the corner of his eye, the person moved. It was a
