"I know you're up there," she screamed against the roar of waves crashing on the rocks. "And I know you can hear me. We have to talk, please come down."
A tugboat groaned out in the bay, and the gulls squawked overhead.
"It's bright enough today, you don't need to be up there.Please come down."
The wind whistled.
"Fine. Be that way. Make me stand down here and yell. I don't care. Actually, this is the perfect metaphor for our relationship. Me down here trying to talk to you and you boarded up in your useless tower. You think you are helping, but you aren't. Anyway there's nothing to help. Ships don't dock here, not since the cod disappeared. You are holding on to a fantasy. Admit it."
The waves lapped at the rocks. The gulls continued to squawk. The tugboat disappeared around the bend.
"You are so unreasonable,unreachable," she cried.
The salt from the sea air mixing with the tears runnin

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