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o-palms thrust into the incredibly blue, deep sky. I loved my island. Do you feel? Grownups used to tell that San-Sebastian (that was the name of our island) had been formerly a part of a continent. But that was long ago, before the Great Break. That’s why we live in the white stone houses – though here there’s nothing to build them from – and we have a school, and a church, and even an electricity station. But the grownups still regret, they miss the life on the continent where, according to their words, people had lots of stuff like that... But I’m all right without it. I have the sea, and the sky, and coco shells for different games, and home – and I don’t need the rest. Grandfather Ignacio says I am like an Avoider of Objects, but I have nothing to compare to. I’ve seen an Empter twice, when he visited the settlement, and both times I was being sent immediately to the shore to play, and from the distance he was ordinary and dull. I am fine. I can sit and look at the sea, and think of things, and the sand flows through my fingers and tickles them a bit...“Hi, Renaldo!” someone’s shadow obscures the sun, but I know this is Annabel – she walks after me all the time. She always... What does she even need?!“Hi,” I mumble without turning. Annabel keeps silent for some time and looks at me, and maybe not at me – because finally she says: “The sea is beautiful today.”“The sea is always beautiful,” I agree, and unexpectedly for myself I suggest: “Sit down. Let’s look together.”Annabel sits down quietly near me, and we are looking at the sea. For a long, long time. And then I look time and again not at the sea but at her, at her sunburn shoulders, at her ashen hair fluttering in the wind; and then she turns to me, and we look