Toes in the sand, watching the little cotton ball baby plovers dashing from one dune to another. The ocean rises and falls, the breathing waves speak forgotten languages. As a line of ants threads through the coastal grasses around my feet, I can feel the sun's light slowly shifting on the horizon. Great throngs of kelp ride the undulations, dipping below and reappearing as seabirds cruise close to the frothy surface.

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