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The sea at sunset is a magic that cannot be described in words, but can be felt. The sun, slowly sinking to the horizon, turns the sky into a canvas painted with fiery colors. Shades of gold, scarlet and purple mix to create an endless palette that is reflected in the water like a mirror.
The waves, tenderly touching the shore, seem to whisper something ancient, eternal. They pick up the sun's glare and carry them to the sandy edge, where every pebble, every shell for a moment become part of this splendor. The air is filled with warmth and light brackish freshness, and the wind, like an artist, completes the final touches, dispersing the clouds and allowing the sunset to unfold in all its glory. 4 replies
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