There was nothing, only him. And he was still as I took him in. “Who are you?” There was no voice; I sensed he had no identity at all. And I sensed equally that he was curious about me, wanting to know my name, where I came from, and how I found the beach. I looked back at him, staring into the place where his eyes should be. “I am nobody, too,” I said. I could feel his sorrow for me. He reached up and touched his shadowy fingers to my cheek. It was then that I felt how icelike he was, how cold he was at his core. I stared at him, looking for a smile, for kind eyes, for anything that said he
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