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The waves crashed against sea-drenched rocks, shattering the silence with its morning greeting. The sun rose up slowly into civilization, awake from it’s long slumber , blasting brilliant reds, oranges, blues and purples into the dawning sky.

Seagulls called in my ear, the wind teased my hair, and seashells alive with creatures tickled my toes.

I was in the perfect place on earth, gazing out at the end of time, two worlds at my feet: the land and the sea.

Who said dreams were impossible?