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If he was cold, I could warm him. Hot, I could cool him. Dead, I could revive him.
I wake on the hard stones of the beach, empty and alone. The night gives way to day as the sun begins to break through in shades of orange and pink, yellow, and beyond-the lightest blue. The blood that drained from within me has dried, and I shed my clothes to wash