She stood off the periphery of the wide-open beach beyond the willowy weedy dunes, and the fading painted sign with its tattered lettering, Dare to be Free.
Her face flushed, she stepped timidly into the clear and sighed as her bare toes sank deep into the warm, gritty, sand. Her pulse beat daringly as she opened her arms wide to the rush of heat. With the wind at her back and the sting of the sun on her virgin skin, she ran discarding the tiresome reservations of her life like worn-out clothing tossed onto the disappearing footsteps in the sand.
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