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Many times, I look out over the ocean and ponder the thought of waves skipping towards the shore. The crisp sound of the water splashing on majestically boulders that somehow magically appeared. This sound harmonizes with the chirps of the gulls as they circle for the prizes brought forth by the latest surf. The heat from the sun bakes the rocks as the cooling waters ignite and collide with the weathered portions of stone, generating a flying mist. The breeze, gently grabbed the mist and wraps it in an air envelop, waving the aroma along the shore where it found me. I, while lying on a cushion of warm sand, had just experienced a birth of beauty in the making.