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The air, full of the scent of pine needles and the salty breath of the waves, seems to penetrate to the heart. Tall pine trees stand like silent guards. Their branches, swaying slightly, whisper something in the language of the wind, mingling with the distant sound of the surf.
The path leads to a cliff, where the forest parted to reveal the vast sea. It's gray today, with white scallops of waves, but it's no less majestic. The winter chill makes the air crystal clear, and every breath feels like it's filling you with power.
To walk here is to feel a part of something bigger. The silence of the forest and the eternal murmur of the sea are soothing, and the frosty air is invigorating.
Returning back, you feel warm inside, despite the cold around you. This warmth comes from the beauty, from the silence, from the realization that such moments are a real gift. 5 replies
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