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The sun is slowly going down over the ocean. The sky turns soft colors — orange, pink, and a little purple. Waves move gently toward the shore… slow… calm… one after another. The sand is warm from the sun that was shining all day. A light breeze moves through the air, carrying the quiet sound of the sea. You sit on the beach and watch the water. A few seagulls fly slowly across the sky. The ocean keeps moving, never rushing, never stopping. Another wave reaches the sand… and softly fades