Beneath the lapping whispers of the sea, the echoes of yesterdays ripple softly. Did I not see this wave crest here, under the smile of a sun I have yet to meet?
A child walks an invisible line, not yet drawn in the sand, tracing patterns with feet that already know the path. The air hums with a melody of forgotten voices.
Time bends delicately, as if sculpted by gentle tides, a clock with no hands but many shadows. A breeze carries the scent of jasmine, though no flowers bloom in sight.
I stand at the edge, where the sky kisses the earth with a tender embrace. "Were we here before?" I ponder, but the answer lies in waves, eternal and patient.
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