The Ocean gives Wind an incredible sense of eternity, pumping it so rich and full of cool life that Wind tips around, giddily sun-drunk and dances cerulean and green and indigo as sea-glass away across that big blue forever. It blows across the dolphins all bottle-nosed and clicking through the mangled bubble trails of waves shattering on sandbars and onto boardwalk of the sun-kissed and sun-burnt bronze-red raw mass that is the Jersey Shore's summertime chorus, by that point dissipating into nothing but a slight afterthought that is a breeze through hair. It doesn't notice.
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