The young woman comes back up the beach with a young man, half drowned. Wind is whipping up the beach now, and we should get inside, but I realise I do not know if there is anywhere for us to go.
"Hail," I say to the young man. "Did you plan to drown yourself, or was it an accident?" I look at the woman. "Finished mending I have now. We can fish, if you wish it."
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Date: 2011-03-13 11:15 pm (UTC)"Hail," I say to the young man. "Did you plan to drown yourself, or was it an accident?" I look at the woman. "Finished mending I have now. We can fish, if you wish it."