The faint trickle of wind hits a face,
The calm floating waters of the ocean crash gently over the rocks.
Tired feet leave soft footprints in the wet sand as they journey their way home,
The warm sun dips slowly behind the horizon leaving splashes of bright oranges and pinks.
The moon hits the calm waters,
As the winds say their goodbyes.
Until there is nothing, nothing but the faint lapping at the ocean shore.
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