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Strolling along the boardwalk in Kemah, you're enjoying the heady aroma of the Gulf. The salty antiseptic scent that provokes thoughts of an earlier, more primitive time. She approaches with a rare confidence. Something about her seems so familiar, like you've met before, you can't place your finger on it. She moves to the railing next to you, leaning as she looks upon the water. Smiling she says,