The calm waves of the ocean slam into the giant rocks that dot the oceanside, like a car that has run into a hillside.
A short distance away another band of waves sweep water onto the sand and in retreat leave a trail of surf behind.
A mild wind ruffles my hair.
Out of the corner of my eye I spy red.
On a pretty girl who has colored her hair red and is busy foraging for sea shells.
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