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on the contrary, having a host of ghosts would make you very interesting. val raked back a strand of seaweed. nothing below it save little braids of sea kelp and flotsam.

val did not have the energy to point out that there could be infinite things to learn about a single place. after all, he had grown up here — and it still remained full of mystique.

but there was a truth to experiencing new things in the world too. it gave you perspective, that hard earned, dual-insight skill that eluded most their entire lives. you know, i have heard that there are some fish who live that expression — that if they cannot move, they die. maybe you are just a very poorly made fish. just make sure, as you move through the world, that you do not do so too quickly. what happens to all those little ripples you set off? you might not learn how you change those around you, or see how things change if you are always moving a mile a minute. you might miss something beautiful, like the sunset or — his eyes lit up with an idea.

you should stay still until night fall, just this once. i promise that what you see will be very interesting. val could only imagine the look on dwin’s face when she watched the waves turn phosphorescent as they crashed along the shore.