Under the paving stones, the beach? She wondered. Was this compressed block of sand under her feet once a million tiny grains someplace far away, where the waves licked the shore like salty tongues? If she put her ear to the ground, would she hear the roar of the ocean? In the middle of the crowd, on the pier, a solitary figure in grey began to weave back and forth, unsteadily. When she fell from the railing, and into the water, she knew she'd finally heard the sea.
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