Photo Source: Unsplash They stood precarious; the sand dunes.  King tide saw to that.  It chipped away at them, took something each time.  The more king tides, the more resilient these dunes were forced to be.  This didn’t change the fact they were gradually eroding, crumbling in small areas, until on the brink of total collapse. She gripped her faded Town and Country, wiped sand from her mouth with the sleeve of a wetsuit.  Stared out to an endless horizon, breathed deep, hoped the waves...