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... o the shore, gently stroking the soft sand.
The waves are layer by layer, swaying lightly from a distance, outlining a white "skirt" on the beach.
The wind has the rhythm of the wind, and the waves have the rhythm of the waves.
Paris. She has her rhythm.
California, Santa Barbara.
In the villa at No. 73, Maria Bay Avenue.
There was a rhythmic sound in a room, which finally died down.
It was replaced by the rustling sound of dressing ...
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