Sarah stood at the dock, the salty breeze tugging at her hair as the boats returned for the evening. Her second week in the quiet town was peaceful, yet a bit lonely. She was lost in thought when a voice interrupted.
“Careful, or the wind might take you with it.”
She turned to see a man, his sun-kissed skin and rough hands revealing a life spent at sea, though his eyes held a quiet gentleness.
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