Alpha Enzo
“You can see the ocean from the clifftop, too. It’s so blue. Endlessly blue. It stretches for miles, a perfect mirror of the sky above. The rocks roll down to meet it, mossy and gnarled. You can hear the gentle wash of the waves brushing against the shore.”
I pictured it. Sun and sea and crisp, cold air. I sucked in a breath. I stopped rising higher. The wind surrounding me slowed, like it was listening too.
“We all pitch in to keep the camp running,” he continued. I could hear the excitement rising in his voice, though he tried to keep it tamped down. “We go in groups to gather wood for fires and cooking. Imagine that, Scarlett! We roast meat and vegetables over a campfire. Sometimes, my sc
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