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Fine white sand clung on to my damp feet as I ambled along the beach. It was a lovely afternoon and the sun was shining brightly above the horizon, with the sea soaking up some of its radiant rays, reflecting the others, and shimmering vibrantly under the sky. I could see dark outlines of birds flying way over the mountains, flapping their wings and soaring higher and further away until they were so small that they could hardly be seen. I walked towards the edge of the water and small waves collapsed gently against my feet, reaching up to my ankles. A pleasant feeling of relaxation poured over me, then the wave gently pulled back, drawing the sand from under my feet and making it seem like the ground beneath my feet was moving.
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