Saturday, February 17. The afternoon sun lit up the sandy shore, beckoning me towards the vast ocean. I waded into the crystal-clear waters, feeling the salty waves embrace my legs. Seashells adorned the surf, a treasure trove of nature’s intricate designs. Spying a child building a sandcastle, I couldn't help but smile, reminded of the innocence and joy found in simple pleasures.
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