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He'd known she was beautiful, once, back when he'd still thought of such things, before her cool professional manner and his growing bitterness had pushed all the whimsy out of his mind. She is radiant now, arms flung wide, face tipped back to drink in the sun, spinning in the sand and sea as her hair flies around her face. On an island paradise with their only transportation sailing steadily into the horizon and civilization a good five-hour hike away, Aaron thinks he's never been surrounded by such beauty before. He thinks he finally knows what happiness feels like. Aaron and Marta, living in the aftermath. Lovely.