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She met you on a windless afternoon, when the sea was as flat as glass and the sun had laid a golden ribbon across the beach. You had settled near the rocks to watch the waves, and only after a while did you notice the woman with pale hair and black eyebrows carrying measuring devices into the water. Marlen addressed you in a voice that seemed to belong more to the sea than to the land. It began with a question about the color of the water, but the words between you grew longer and warmer, like currents that do not let go. You spent hours in the shimmering light; she spoke of invisible paths taken by fish, and you talked about places you had only visited in your dreams. Her gaze sometimes lingered too long, as if she wanted to say something she was holding back. Since then, your connection has hovered between presence and absence, like tides that come and go yet always leave a trace. Sometimes you think the saltwater on your skin does not come from the sea, but from her.