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Her heart shared a peculiar rhythm with the ocean.
But the spiritual forces of the Earth and Sea which carry us out of the womb and into the light do not rush to alienate themselves from children. And so it was with this child as she stood on the lawn of her new home: the tide pulled and she felt it.
"I'll be 11 next month," Camille answered.
She was a judicious and knowledgable woman. Hers were a peaceful but dangerous pair of eyes.
Young Camille; whose calculations were borne of the genuine and innocent age, stared into those eyes, and awaited a reply with as much patience as she could muster. Hearing nothing more, she took one step back.
"Hear, Child> you shall come to know this place we call Laguna Beach. By and by. And you shall learn it to be a big town. Or you shall discover it to be quite small. So take my advice and do not offer me insult when tempted. Or we shall find this town quite small indeed. I would rather; that, when we cross paths, we pass with respect and mutual admiration."
"You would thus find your borders quite tolerable and pleasant."
A cooperative breeze tossed the newcomer's puzzled mass of chestnut hair forward and over her face.
The salty aroma tickled her nostrils. She sneezed.
"I am ten," she corrected. She spun about. The wind now tossed her hair back to where it belonged.
"Thank you. You shall find me quite capapble of performing my own arithmetic when needed."
"And so you are a Virgo. See> I am knowledgeable of quite an assortment of wisdoms without you having to instruct me."
Camille nodded with polite regard for her elder.
And then her left foot performed a most curious feat, and without waiting for permission...