White foam lapped higher and higher onto the sandy beach, pushed by waves from the Pacific Ocean as the tide rolled in. Fascinated by the movement of the water, the way it surged forward and then gradually receded, Jamie Robertson huddled into a sweatshirt three sizes too big, anticipating the chill that would come once the sun fully dipped behind the horizon. Pencil in hand, Jamie sketched the scene on a piece of cardboard that had been torn from a smashed box near a garbage can. For a kid who’d spent seventeen years landlocked in Idaho, the sight of the ocean was spectacular. Eyes the hue of polished sea glass focused on the brilliant array of colors spreading out across the sky like watercolors seeping from one shade into another.
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