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  • When I was a little girl, my father liked taking me to the sea. The sea and beach were paradise for me to play. I saw people were laughing, building sand castles and playing games. Thanks to growing up in a coastal city, I’m deeply mesmerized by the charm of the sea. Every time waves lap the beach, it likes the musical sound. The sea has its own sense of rhythm, also, has its temper. Sometimes wild, sometimes quiet. When it feels happy or tired, it would gently touch the beach, like a whisper. When it loses its temper, it would rudely knock the coastline with a huge shout.
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