It was a beautiful day on the beach. The sun shone brilliantly, and the wind blew just enough to keep the climate comfortable. The waves of the ocean lapped up against the shore like gentle kittens begging for attention, and the clouds in the sky looked as if they were hand-painted there for additional ambiance. It was perfect. The old man lay on the sand – which was the perfect temperature – with his bare chest up towards the sun. His grey lustrous beard came down to his stubby little legs, only just covering up his brown leather leggings. His eyes were closed, and a contented smile was on his face. Only a few feet from the shoreline, the old man reached his hand into a bucket that was next to him. He pulle...
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