Place of Peace
Waves crashing.
Sun setting.
Cool sand on your feet.
The smell of salt water fills your nose;
water vapor sprays your face as you walk along the shorelines.
The soothing sound of the birds in the air, the water hitting your legs.
This place of peace, of crashing waves, of pink skies and cool sand.
This place of peace is paradise.
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