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As she gazed out to sea the air was taken from her lungs. Sarah brushed her hair from her eyes and sighed.
'If only you were here with me now'' She breathed thinking of that friend she had lost to the depths of the sea. 'This place will never again be my place of sharing' For I have nobody in which to share it with.' Sarah spoke in a rhyme not because it was natural but because she was a poet and lived in her poetry. She got in her car and left without a look back. Sarah turned on the radio and heard a sweet tune. 'Why does, the wind blow and the sea spray and the sun burn and the moon freeze?' She said to herself turning up a dirt track and turning on her headlights as she drove through a small wood. She got out of the car; leaving the engine running and the headlights on. She walked through the wood and reached a small patch in the soil: Sarah kneeled and placed some shells and a flower down on the patch and took two sticks, lashed them together with some string and dug it down into the dirt. 'For you, Emily.'