She turned her face to the sun, hoping to feel its warmth. There was a breeze in the air. She knew this from the swaying trees. Sighing, she walked towards the cliff; mesmerized by crashing waves and sea froth swirling each time the tide came in.
She remembered the taste of champagne bubbles, the light-headedness she would get from each effervescent sip. Closing her eyes, she prayed for those sensations she so desperately missed.
Shaking, she bent to touch the sand, to feel the fine grains between her fingers. A cry welled up inside her, erupting into a piercing wail as hands once flesh and bones were now diaphanous and elusive as vapor.
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