Quiet shore. Morning in white.

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Quiet shore. Morning in white.

I wake up early, when the city is still asleep, and go out to the sea. The beach is empty, only seagulls like sentries. Everything is white: the sky, the sand, the foam of the surf. Even I am in a white dress, which is fluttered by the morning wind.

The sea is calm today, as if it has not yet decided to wake up. I take off my sandals and walk along the water's edge. A wave touches my feet, and coolness spreads through my body, like a light awakening.

I sit down on a stone. It is still warm from yesterday's sun. And suddenly - a feeling as if you are at home. Not in a building, not in a country, but in the moment.

Nobody calls. Nobody waits. Just you and the sea.

And everything is correct.

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