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She sat on the shore, toes dug into the sand, scarf draped over her shoulders protecting against the breeze. She looked up from her book and saw a spot of white near the horizon. At first she mistook the spot for a wave's crest churned by the wind. She read another page and looked up again to notice the spot having drawn closer. A few more pages and the spot was now an empty rowboat surfing a wave and capsizing onto the beach.

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