旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴커 � Team Eeeek: The Dawning of An Age Page 45 � 쳐컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴캑 � KR stared out on the city and forced the images there to over-ride the � � darker thoughts in her mind. � � � � The high-rises of downtown Los Angeles hemmed in her view to the south � � but she had a partial view of the rolling Hollywood Hills and the Santa � � Monica Mountains to the north. And she was high enough that she could see � � due west along the Wilshire corridor halfway to the beautiful Pacific � � Ocean. � � � � The Pacific Ocean. � � � � In her memory KR could still see the waves dancing off of Manhattan � � Beach. In the powerful swells of winter, the glittering shimmer of spring � � and the lazy illumination of summer, the Pacific had called her to the � � shore to press her bare feet into the loose sand and sort out the � � problems of the day. � � � � How many of my walks had that stretch of beach sustained? she wondered. � � How many of my footprints had it recorded, clung to, and lost to the � � tides? � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴켸