The sound of large blue-green waves crashing against the sand brought memories of the lone surfer’s dreams. Now she watched, as unknown white birds floated overhead, periodically diving to catch their prey. A slight breeze tussled her long, sun bleached hair. Without entering the water, she could taste its salt, feel the wetness against her skin, and smell the clean unpolluted air. She stood, wanting to breathe in this magical moment before paddling out to experience the passion so deep in her soul.
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