In the third morning, Mara woke up with the feeling that she no longer only at the edge could remain. The beach had given its safety. The sea was open, visible, more predictable than the dense forest behind it. There was they see the horizon and agree that a ship may appear at any time. But the beach alone wouldn't be enough. Not if nobody really came. She sat in the sand and looked at her shelter, which now consists of several boards, Palm leaves and a half broken barrel. It was enough for a night. Maybe for some more. But she knew how fast the sun burned and how cold the night could be. She needed more. Tools. Eatable. A better place. Mara took the green backpack, the pocket knife and the empty Water bottles that she had filled at the brook. Then she stood Waldrand and felt this old pulling in the abdomen again. Fear. The forest was beautiful in the morning. Sun rays fell through the canopy in golden paths. Colorful birds flying between the branches. The soil s
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