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Submitted to Contest #305
I saw him clearly for the first time, the day the sea reclaimed our house. I remember how the salt-water crept through shattered doorways, slow and thick as old blood, until it lapped at our ankles. Our belongings floated around like lost thoughts: upholstered sofas, custard-yellow mugs, photographs of people we no longer knew. That afternoon Margarit stood mute beside me, her hand gripping mine like iron, her stubborn jaw cutting forward in defiance as my husband delivered his ultimatum. He looked between us once more and spoke those weight...
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