"The sea coolness spreads over the evening, foggy shore. The waves reach it with the noise, scattering into thouthands of small droplets. The wind raises them up, circles and brings them back to the sea. The worried gulls' chirp is heard. They haven't hidden anywhere and now they are dancing in this chaos, blown by the wind.
Somewhere in the sky the flash of light is seen. When it runs through the grey clouds, it sparkles like the drops of dew, glowing like diamonds in the warm sunny morning.
At this unpacific time the shore has been frozen like crystal. It is just standing and watching the sea performance in front of it. Treetops, slightly beaten by the wind, and the seagulls, dancing with it, wet grey stones and waves that squeeze them in their arms… All that is the part of a little life that this distant, wonderful shore lives…
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