Thursday, March 7. On a cloudy day at the beach, I met a woman named Maya. Her flowing laughter sparked an instant connection. Walking along the shoreline, the misty air clung to my skin. Despite the absence of sunlight, vibrant kites danced in the wind, painting the sky with hues of red and blue. Amongst the grey backdrop, seagulls soared, their cries blending harmoniously with the sound of crashing waves.
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