Figurative Language

The sun was setting, painting a beautiful ray of colors across the sky. Waves pulled in and out, creating a rhythm as steady as a heartbeat. Seagulls' cries were dying with the day's light, projecting a peaceful silence over the beach. I walked the footsteps that all those before had left imprinted in the sand. The wind still blew, flinging hairs all about my face, into my mouth and over my eyes. Pity I hadn't brought a hair tie.

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