My husband and I walk out from a beautiful, curved beach up to our necks into the ocean. We lay back, floating, as a flock of sea ducks settle all around us. I feel very fortunate about this and tell Doug. I wrap my arms around them, stroke their curled tail feathers and look into their eyes for a while. Then we tuck back into the water like a comforter and watch the ducks ' feet churn above us as we drift off. We wake in the morning underwater to see the underwater part of a line of people making their way towards us in formation, arm's distance apart. They are feeling their way with their feet and legs, combing the sea for bodies. We surface and see many others beyond them towards the shore playing and surfing.
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