The Two Shores, page 7 of 12

The spring tide runs up the sand and stops well short of the old hollow while Pip walks down the shore to meet it, unhurried.

On the first proud tide of spring, the water came up the sand as far as it still knew how.

Pip walked down to meet whatever arrived.

Past the sandbar, the same hour, Dawn rose to her surface, for no reason she would have given.

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