We were walking by the sandy beaches of Watergate Bay. My wife, Anna, had been asking for this vacation for a long time and we were finally here. The sky was turning red and the clouds made rippling waves similar to that of the sea. The mushy sand squished between our toes and the air smelled salty. The only sounds heard were that of the waves, crashing onto the shore, and washing over the sand.
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