There's something about waves on sand, on rock, on land. It tickles the senses, calms the racing, settles the offenses. Treasures on shoreline hint of divine. Smashing. Crashing. Dashing. Curling. Furling. Whirling. Bubbles blissfully passing by, twisting round, reflecting sky. Boats speed faster, seeking to master. These waves, these shores. This ever after.

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