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The sun over the ocean was white-bright.  The waves, even at a distance, made a calming sound, not unlike breathing, as it washed inexorably up and retreated down the sandy beach.  The breathing water was punctuated by an even more distant heavy sigh against the heavy, black rocks.  In, and out, it breathed, a living force contrasting the changeable and unpredictable lives of the humans on the shore.