One Lost Summer (Part 6, page 1 of 45)

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Part 6


Kirstie awoke alone feeling drowsy and wonderful, and that over the passage of night the soothing motion of the sea had become part of her. Right now I wouldn’t care if we weren’t going anywhere, she thought. I’d be content to just drift along, going nowhere in particular . . . as if nowhere itself were the destination . . .

But at last something in the vessel’s motion got her attention and she sat up, still naked, knelt on the bed and leaned on her forearms on the sill of the wide oval porthole.

We’re moving!

Her features an admixture of astonishment and delight, she pressed her forehead against the glass and peered downwards at the surface of the water near to the hull to get some idea of how fast they were moving.

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