The shore took on all weathers, ageing with such grace, reminding us how even rocks change with subtle evolving changes.
The shore was a place of the most salient aromas, the ones that were my time machine, taking me back to a time when I was pure of heart.
Upon the shore that glistened beneath a sea-blue kiss of brine, were the rocks of the ages in a multitude of hues, from creams to deep browns and greys. And all of them, each and every one, took on a greater beauty when the sun shone, giving so freely of brilliant rays.
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