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It's the End of the World and It's Absolutely Beautiful

The ocean is a sickly yellow with waste but the sky is still blue a few days out of the year. I have no idea why this is the case but it doesn’t bother me. It’s days like these that I like to take my beach chair out of my hideout and take in a little sun. There’s this little spot on the beach that, as a kid, my family used to stake out on weekends. These days it’s pretty empty save for the bones of decomposed fish littering the water’s edge like a tiny ivory city.
Today is a little different though, because a woman is walking toward me with her beach chair in tow. She sets up her chair next to mine and tells me her name. Maybe it’s because I’ve been away from human contact since the bombs fell, but she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I tell her my name and we shake hands. The next few hours pass while we talk about all the little things people talk about.
As the sun goes down, we pack up and go our separate ways, but not before agreeing to meet in this same spot, the next time the sky is blue.

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