Meg crested the small hill and stopped. A last fragrant breezed wafted up from the ocean as the sun slipped down for the night, causing the sky and water to flame.
Her heart bounded and for a minute she felt like a little girl, full of the desires of youth and pull of the sea and distant lands, the deep unending yearning, the yearning to be someplace, anyplace, else.
She brought herself back to the present and found An watching that same sunset. She gave a knowing smile and walked over to her granddaughter.
“He’s out there someplace,” she said to the 24-year-old woman. An didn’t respond. “Yes, out there beyond the horizon.”
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