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The waves crept softly up the beach, one after the next, water whispering against sand, counterpoint to the breeze moving through the treetops. The beach was deserted except for the woman who sat facing the ocean, her eyes closed. She could have been asleep but for her posture spine straight, legs folded beneath her in the lotus posture. She sat still as a statue of Buddha, seeming not even to breathe as the sun fell toward the horizon. She had not moved for more than an hour.