““Maybe the beach was a more natural place to leave a baby you couldn't care for. Nestle him in the sand and hope someone found him -- an old couple on a midnight stroll, a patrol cop sweeping his flashlight over beer cases. But if they didn't, if no one stumbled upon him, he'd return to his first home, an ocean like the one inside of her. Water would break onto the shore, sweep him up in its arms, and rock him back to sleep.””
