Ghost flew wide over the cliff’s edge.

The water was cool and clear. Through the faint shimmer of the waves he could see hundreds of sea shells.

Each one a different shape or pattern of colours, pockmarked throughout the shoreline.

As the waves past over them, they appeared to be dancing.

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