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“Long enough.” She tapped the nose of the board, sending a tiny shower of spray. “You?”

They talked as the tide changed—about currents and favored spots, about the stubbornness of certain fish and the peculiar poetry of a line that finally goes taut. The words were spare and practical, but under them ran a current of other things: lives lived by compass points rather than calendars, a hunger for solitude that didn’t always mean loneliness, an appetite for the small collisions that leave you altered. woodman casting x liz ocean link

“If the ocean’s willing,” she said. She folded a hand around his, not a clamp but a meeting place. “So are you.” “Long enough