Where You Breathe, page 3 of 12

Dawn lays her long snout across the flat grey stone and Pip steps onto the tip of it, a line of white pebbles below them, small and certain.

She lowered her nose to the stone and he stepped aboard, as he had a hundred mornings before.

This time she turned toward the deep water.

The white pebbles watched them go.

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