The evening sea breeze is flowing slowly over the calm surface of the sea, which is illuminated by the soft scarlet light of the setting sun pouring down through the thick moving clouds. The fine ripples of the sea are shinning faintly like the glossy silk fabric which covers the open sea.
A lone seagull was standing still on the edge of the waves and gazing at me as if to try to say something important just before flying away swiftly.
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