The ocean waves quietly lapping at the golden sands. The sun dips lower towards the sea, getting closer to the place it rests. It casts its rays over the sea making it sparkle. I turn the marble in my hands, looking closely at the smooth glass ball in my hands. I study it for a bit longer then place the marble back on its little island of real sand. The marble sits there, a little pocket of ocean stuck in limbo in this sphear of glass.
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