I was jogging on the beach one autumn morning, the tide low and gray, when I saw an Asian woman standing barefoot in the sand, eyes set on the cloudy horizon. In her thirties, slender and youthful, she had dark hair in a thick braid and wore a light-brown dress that came down below her knees. I jogged by. I don’t think she noticed me. Her dreamy eyes seemed far, far away. I looked back one last time and took in her stoic gaze.



I wonder what she’s all about, I thought, and then I wrote a s...
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