There was the same dazzling red glare. The sea gasped for air with each shallow, stifled wave that broke on the sand. . . . with every blade of light that flashed off the sand, from a bleached shell or a peice of broken glass, my jaws tightened. I walked for a long time.
Never let anyone make you feel inferior for being who you are. When you live the life you were meant to live, in freedom and dignity