Daryl waited for her, barefoot in the sand.
The breeze shifted and she turned with it. Birds alit from a skeletal tree, barely surviving amid the salty sand and rocks. The birds flew past her, narrowly missing her head, and she bent back, dropping bouquet and surrendering to the omen.
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