Sea Lion Shores endure my heart

"Did she?" Norah tilted her head to the side, looked over at the large mass of water (she was no poet and would have described it just as bluntly as her narrator did), then back at the girl's face. She studied it for a while, as if searching for something, and then that moment of curiousity had passed and, perhaps, Norah had found her answers. 

"Maybe," she shrugged. That was not a lie "from around here" was a term that one could stretch thin. Size and area were relative things. "Depends on the perspective," she added. "If she spoke, what did she tell you? Out of interest."