The waves crash against the shore, and the evening breeze sends a shiver down her bare shoulders. The sand glitters in the rich glow of the setting Californian sun.
She forces a deep breath, tucking her wet, sand streaked blonde hair behind her ear, and runs towards the water.
The water surges against her, and she pushes onward. She laughs and yells with joy, swimming towards the waves, and then hoisting herself onto her surfboard with a quiet grunt.
In the light of the sunset, she enjoys her last day of freedom.
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