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So that’s it, she thinks as the cool water envelops her feet, hugging the gentle curves of her ankle and tickling the hair on her legs. I’ve won, she thinks, as her waist drops below the surface, the water pulling her white shirt in the current. “Finally,” she breathes, so softly, that the sound is pulled away on the surrounding breeze. Her long silvery hair is the last to dampen in the waves, the silken tendrils floating on the surface as her body drops down into the dark mist below. Each beautiful strand is sodden and weighted with the broken promises of her past. As they sink farther down, following her ideally curved