Riddle 1

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Sitting on the beach.

Just a slight breeze.

I was blown away.

It was a nice, sunny day.

You see me often, 

When clouds are grey.

And people are running.

Trying to get safety.

I didn't need to work

Today was fine

Nobody needed me.

Now what am I?

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