The light breeze blew across the shore. The waves crashed on the white sand. Little puffs of steam slowly emurged from the distant houses. The sky was clear, no clouds or birds were there. On the deserted grass patches and sand, tall, towering Fir trees grew. The salty water trickled down the grass. The smell of fresh seaweed filled the air. Slowly the smoke faded away, as slowly as a snail crawls. The wind chased the leaves scampered around…
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