I could feel the cool mist of the ocean upon my face. As the waves cascaded in, onto the sand beneath my feet, I watched as the morning haze crept slowly in, hiding the secrets of the waters beyond. Rocks, piled, far enough away from the shoreline, seemed to hold their own secrets, neither of which was willing to share with me. So I sat, quietly between the two and inhaled the salty air, clean and crisp, awakening the daydreamer in me.

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