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We walked along the sea, as always. It was winter calm, as if holding its breath. Did you know that sand whistles under our feet?
In the distance, we noticed something unusual that we hadn't seen before. It was an old staircase leading to nowhere. It seemed to be part of the landscape itself, as if nature had created it. Who had built it and why?
Next to the stairs, I noticed a supply of clay. It lay in neat layers, as if someone had prepared it for some mysterious ritual.
We sat down on the sand near the stairs, looking at the horizon, where the sea met the sky. At that moment I realized that this miracle of nature was not just an accident. The stairs leading to nowhere and the supply of clay are symbols. Symbols that there is always a path in life, even if it seems meaningless, and that there is always material for creativity, even if you don't know what you will create. 16 replies
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