Wednesday, September 6. Strolling along the beach, I find solace in the hazy coastal landscape. Clouds weave intricate patterns across the sky, casting patterns of light and shadow across the tranquil sea. A gentle mist envelops the wildflowers, as if nature's brush is delicately painting a dreamy watercolor masterpiece. Along my journey, I encounter a wise old fisherman, his stories of the sea echoing in my mind long after I bid him farewell.
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