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By nightfall, Desiree's Jacobson's organ caught a whiff of brine and salt-grass.

Within the hour-
She could hear the surf tumbling,
rolling and kissing the pebble brethren.
Smooth ones mostly, and smatterings of not-for-long sharp rocks.

She knew she wouldn't have to wait for long.

Rhodes would be there before dawn.

This Island prefers only the weather to climb upon its hills.

(she read the brochure)