As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue across the sky, Marisol couldn't help but feel a serene satisfaction with the simple pleasures of the day. Every shade of pink and orange seemed to dance on the water's surface, perfectly mirroring the light in her eyes. She had spent the entire afternoon chasing the waves, feeling the rush of the ocean against her skin, and now stood at the shore, toes sunk into the cool sand, taking in the last warmth of the day’s light.
Her friends had all retreated to the beach house, their laughter and music floating on the breeze, yet Marisol lingered to bid the day goodbye. There was something magical about the beach at sunset, a unique calm that settled over her whenever she watched the day turn to night.
Behind her, the beach was empty, save for a few scattered seashells and the remnants of sandcastles built by overzealous children. She was the lone observer of this daily spectacle, a solitary figure against the sprawling canvas of the sea and sky.
With the breeze gently tugging at her hair, she made a silent promise to herself to hold onto this peace, to remember the way the light caught her features and the feeling of endless possibility. For now, it was just her and the sunset, a moment suspended in time.
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Precious jewel, you glow, you shine, reflecting all the good things in the world. Just look at yourself.
-- Maya Angelou
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Not a goddess, just the sun itself ☀️✨️
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