` HOW MANY SUNSETS HAS SHE WATCHED SINK BELOW THE OCEAN'S EDGE? with toes seeking the cool embrace of sand, and fingers following suit – scooping up the terrain into palm to watch as the granules slip between fingers in steady streams. the shoreline stretches as far as the eye can see, but this spot was sacred. three clicks south of district four’s busiest pier – she’d spent most of her formative years there – where the coast curved lazily, shaped by the eroding waves over the decades. and as the shore receded, it’d left a cove behind, a sacred retreat – a place of solitude.
` IT'S THE FIRST PLACE SHE'D PLANNED TO BRING THE YOUNGER WOMAN UPON HER ARRIVAL. even though their moments spent together have been brief and few, it wasn't a far stretch to believe at some point a detox would be necessary. after the poking and jeering had finished – after the spectacle speech ( that'd likely been written for her ) had been delivered – mags would offer an escape. they sit shoulder to shoulder, and mags knows their time is short. come dawn the train will trudge along to the next district, taking @reflecthid with it. so best make the most of the hours they've been granted now. “do you know how to swim?”
