Once someone asked if she was a beach person to which she faked a smile. They sat down on a beach, laid on their backs, drowning their feet in the white sands under the violets and oranges of their teenage summers. He believed she was amused by the never ending waves that caressed sultry mermaids in the shallow turquoises, the bubbles the oceans brought carrying salty nothings, those star fish scattered upsidedown on the shore, awaiting the touch of a rebirth swaying their cilia to oceanic roars or perhaps in awe of the heavens, the seashells and their secret inhabitants snailing into their mysterious homes in the damp earth. The secrets of the sea did never allure her though. All through the moments shouldered by the broken winds that hustled over their bare backs, she was rather diving into the depths of her own secrets! ...