The Third Breath, page 11 of 12

Pip sits on the sand with one limb on the curled shell, comfortable, while Dawn lies further out and low, looking away from the shore, still and unhurried.

When you listen to the shell, she asked, that evening, what do you hear?

Where you live, said Pip.

She stayed low in the water past the last of the light, looking at something that was not on the shore and not in the sky.