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[Short Story] Gift

The air was thick with summer. The shoreline stretched out into the horizon, waves rolling in a gentle rhythmic sound. The pale, soft sand lay most uninterrupted, marked only by the occasional seashell or crab walking by. The sea, deep and endless, mirrored the soft hues of the sky, blending from pale blue to a warm orange as the sun fell. The breeze carried the scent of salt and seaweed. Much like a lover’s caress. Gentle. A reminder of better days. Strolling down the warm sand, her feet ma…

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