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He thought to stroll the beach, several hours of daylight still hung in the multicolored sky as the sun slowly made its descent. He needed some space to clear his head. So many new changes were happening in his life all at once, and even though he felt as though he was drowning on dry land.
The still-warm sand squished between his toes as he listened to the waves lapping at the shore. The tide was slowly returning, and he wondered what mysteries lie beneath the ocean’s massive surface. However, as he neared the end of the beach where the water met the rocky seawall, he would soon come face to face with one of the ocean’s most magical mysteries.