I started running the moment I reached the beach, glad for the chance to resume my routine.
So here’s the question for the grand prize: Will this be when Dragon finds her target? And if she does, will she try to get in touch immediately?
It was a strange environment, eerie. The wooden pathway, the literal boardwalk that had run in front of the stores, was now a skeletal ruin that loomed above the piles of trash that the bulldozers had all pushed to one side, twice as tall as I was.
RIP.
The beach had been cleared, which was a feat unto itself. The work of the bulldozers and the crews with rakes had revealed the packed, dirt-like layer from beneath the loose sand.
Huh.
I guess they needed to clear that away a bit to start rebuilding.
Opposite the trash piles, by the water, there were mounds of irregularly shaped pieces of concrete, set to break up the waves and prevent the highest tides from dragging the trash, debris and machinery into the ocean.
That would be an unpleasant déjà vu.
Opposite the trash piles, by the water, there were mounds of irregularly shaped pieces of concrete, set to break up the waves and prevent the highest tides from dragging the trash, debris and machinery into the ocean.
This place could definitely not recognize itself in the mirror these days.
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