The sun shined brightly and cast a golden glow on the beach. She stepped on the sand with her bare feet andbrushed her hair away from her face as the wind brushed her beautiful neck. Her silky light brown hair barely reached her neck. Often, they would fly behind the ears repeatedly, but due to the strong wind, they would fly again and again. Fed up, he left them to their own devices. Wearing a white frock above her ankles, she sat there enjoying the sun's heat. The waves kept coming and going, touching her feet. She was sitting with her face on her knees with her arms wrapped around her legs. It was a while before she turned her head to the sound coming from behind."Estra! Your father is calling," the aging woman said loudly in Spanish. "I'm coming." She said loudly from there and signaled her mother to leave, so she walked back, shaking her head."That meeting is enough for today. I will come again tomorrow, dear Samara!" Smiling and whispering, she stood up touching the last wave
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