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She smelled of the sea. And not some stale, oil-slicked, backwater harbor, but a fresh offshore breeze mingled with sea foam spray. This scent was strongest in her hair, which seemed ever-matted from brine, and her entire body was dusted with the finest salt crystals that had a crisp citrus taste and awoke the senses.

“The ocean is in my blood,” she’d told me when we were first dating.