Whispers of a Quiet Shore

I love walking by the sea. Here I am small, and my world swallows me whole.

A slow breath as the sea opens the path.

Light resting gently on the water.

Steps matching the cadence of the tide.

A warmth that settles deeper than the sun.

An old tree pointing toward stories it no longer tells.

A pointer that dismantles every trace of unrest.

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