The water lapped at my ankles and I thought, what if I just kept going? Would it be so terrible, to taste your name like salt on my tongue?
The water lapped at my ankles. I dug my toes in the sand.
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Christine Hanolsy 
Very “Beaches of Cheyenne”, haunting.
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“taste your name like salt on my tongue” is a great line.
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That last line makes me think she steels herself, an unexpected happy ending.
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Good call. 🙂 I like how you use the repetition of the first line–the physical thing that snaps the speaker back to reality.
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This is so beautiful!
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I love this.
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