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A Mermaid, an Angel, and a Lonely Girl

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Published: Aug 2, 2012

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No one knows how long she laid at the shoreline with her face looking up towards the heavens and her toes pointed seawards. Maybe longer than a decade, but shorter than a century. She's been there long enough for the seaweed to tangle around her legs and leech onto her skin. The sand sunk in around her, hugging her every curve. Her fiery hair constantly cooled and washed out with bright azure waves. Seagulls flutter in the air above her, beckoning at her to take a dip. The winds blow over her, through her eyelashes, whispering her name.

Some say she's a mermaid. Washed ashore years before and unable to find her way home. Or rejected from her place beneath the water and waiting an eternity to die an untimely death. Others believe she is an angel. Fell from the heavens with such force that she lay there crippled and unable to move. Still, others believe she is only a girl. Not an immortal or goddess, but just a girl. A girl who could not find love on land yet heard the waves calling for her. A girl who so willingly gave up her soul in order to become one with the sea.

No one knows how long she laid at the shoreline or even how she got there. But every night people could hear her sing. She sang of a mermaid who washed up on shore and another rejected by her family. She sang of an angel so fragile that she broke the moment she touched the earth. And she sang of a girl. A girl so lonely that she gave up her soul to become one with the sea.

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Wrote this one day at the beach. Going to the beach always reminds me of movies like Jaws or Piranhas. I'm always waiting for that one scream and the splashing of blood red water. I hardly go into the water when I'm at the beach.