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Ian walked down the shore and watched as the water came in....then out....then in....and out again. There were a few seagulls flying around and a few landed on the beach. Ian sat on the sand and ran his hands through it as he looked at the water. The setting sun cast a wavy reflection on it.
There was a light breeze blowing, and it wasn't too cold out.
There was a light breeze blowing, and it wasn't too cold out.