A year later, I still remember what I thought that independence day when she posted a picture of the Majestic on her Facebook page, not of the sea -- a whole two blocks away -- or even the pier that pointed out into the misty blue, a pier that came to piece by the time I got there last January, with only a small doll of a pirate at the ruined edge, American flag flapping behind him in the wind. I pondered then, and still ponder today as to whom brought her there, and how lucky he must have felt in her company, in her arms, as they shared the room and bed, this gal with large sunglasses covering majestic eyes and how special she must have felt at a time when the whole world seemed in chaos.
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