She laid down on top of the sand dune. The sea grass crawled underneath her dress and tickled her skin as she made a bed out of the debris. She faced the shoreline and closed her eyes as she waited for the sun to rise.

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Something started to tickle her left hand. She looked down and saw a crab trying to pick at her finger. Both of the crab’s claws were missing and in its place were white nubs. She turned her hand over so that it was facing palm up. The crab climbed into the center and hunched down. She closed her eyes again and continued to wait for the sun to rise.