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Sunset on the beach. He's seen a lot of sunsets on a lot of beaches, unless they were really all one, which he sometimes feels sure they were. But this is a different one, and thought it still doesn't feel like home - though it still reminds him at times of how homeless he essentially is, once everything else is stripped away from him - he enjoys it. The sea, the sky. Boundary conditions.

It's still cool, nowhere near warm enough for swimming, and the girls are wearing hoodies. But they're running through the sand, laughing, and after the sun goes down he'll take them down the boardwalk for hot dogs.

He's been lost in death for a long time, and he feels at home there and will go back there, but for now life is where he feels like he belongs. He draws his knees up against his chest, picks up a handful of sand and lets it slip through his fingers.