Re: A hidden land of beauty.
The young woman, who was also nineteen, and was also wearing a white t-shirt, fitted in her case to such curves as she possessed, and blue jeans with sturdy hiking boots, followed the young man onto the beach. She too dropped her pack behind the log and stepped put onto the sand. The air, unlike under the trees where it was hot and heavy and humid and smelled of rotting vegetation, smelled of sea and salt and seaweed. There was a light breeze and it felt good on her skin.
Her name was Kim. She stood about six inches shorter than Rail, and had long wavy red hair that cascaded over her shoulder and down her back.
"I'm coming," she shouted after the boy and followed him out to the beach.
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