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She waded through the water. Little by little, arms out, fingers treading through seawater as they would fine silk.

The shore stretched out like a net far behind her. Coconut trees sprouting from black sand like pinpricks.

It was a long ways back, yet she wasn't so concerned. She continued on.

The sun was low in the sky, beams cascading in streams of yellow, orange, pink and gold. She lifted a hand, shading her eyes as the sun slowly receded into the horizon.

It was time.

Gazing down, she watched as her toes crunched into the soft sand below. It was always entrancing, each time she gave herself back to the ocean.

With a call, soulful, melodious, the moon revealed itself from behind parting clouds. A large disk, pushing the tides to it's biding.

Finally, sea-green orbs fluttered shut. A smile, little, yet welcoming of the change soon to follow.

With a flip, the waters rose, shading her from the eyes of the world. Once the waves had settled, the skies darkening as the day drew to a close, dark gold scales glinted in those final rays of daylight.