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A beach of yellow sand and the smallest logs on which the boy was sitting, staring intently at the radiant water.
It was a wonderful morning in early May, and the sun was behind him, warm rays fell on him with a gentle caress. But the guy clearly did not notice his immediate environment; in the spirit, he followed the direction of his eyes a league or more to the west, where a mass of undetectable shadow piled up on the horizon.
