If I lay my hand
 Flat against the surface,
 Palm down
fingers dipping in the salty wetness,
 I can almost feel her moving.

 And if I hold my face to the wind
 I can almost feel the 
wisp, the whiff, her breath
 Against my cheek,
tiny droplets fine and silky.

 I can hear her breathe,
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