She scuffed her mary janes into the sand. Her hands rubbed the rough wool in the pockets of her coat as she looked up toward the homes, the town, and her life beyond the dunes; she had left before her adopted family got up. They hadn't understood her, her love of the ocean. She removed the coat and felt the prickle of the morning ocean breeze on her arms; the water felt cool for a moment when all the clothes were gone but when she hit the water her scales returned and she was truly warm for the first time.
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