On the last clear evening she lived, a thin breeze lifted the laundry lines and a cat folded itself on her lap. She closed her sketchbook and, with a gentleness like pressing a spine, wrote two words on the first blank page of a new book: For tides. Then she left the book on her windowsill for someone to find, certain that someone would keep tending what needed tending.
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