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| The vast ocean crashes to the smooth sand in gentle, rhythmic, rolling whispers; carried to our ears by the salty breeze. The silent burning orange of the setting sun casts a great wide road across the shining sea; while white caps form in the distance and stars appear above. The night descends with the strength of the incoming tide, and a peaceful lullaby, as old as the world, plays on the surface of the beach. |