It is getting cold now, evening gets earlier every day, long shadows of trees fall across the beach, a little golden light from the dying day plays on a gentle swell. The sea is breathing in and out and the scent of the coming winter is in the air.
Evening Beach
It is getting cold now, evening gets earlier every day, long shadows of trees fall across the beach, a little golden light from the dying day plays on a gentle swell. The sea is breathing in and out and the scent of the coming winter is in the air.
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