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9.TWENTY-NINE.16

Two sisters, shadows cast in the sand.

Lives and hearts entwined.

Daily words and photos, lessen the distance.

Twins, separated by a few short years.

Which one am I?

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9.TWENTY-EIGHT.16

Lifeguard.

Her eyes seldom leaving them.

Her head thrown back in a low howl as their boat slips out of view.

She eagerly greets them upon return.

“Chutes”.