The sand glistens as the ocean pounds on the shore line. True fascination spurred by the way the waves softly crashed against the rocky beach, brushing each stone with a gentle caress as the wind accompanied them towards the shore. The way the sun reflected off the rippling water, its golden light warped in the twisted waves. The royal blue waves crept towards me before running away, only to repeat the process in a cycle that caused droplets of salty water to spray onto my bare, sand-encrusted feet. In every direction the deep blue ocean met the grey clouds on the horizon. The water was gentle as I walked through it, the sunset like orange paint on a blue canvas. Beautiful smudges of coral, turquoise, and a fiery orange blended together to create a sight so astounding it swept me away from all of my worries, just like the waves creeping over seashells and stealing them in a matter of seconds.
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