A gentle breeze flitters across the land, rustling leaves and nudging trees. The big trees creak, and the little ones whistle. The leaves, both on branches and on the ground, rustle about like the clapping of thousands of tiny hands, or perhaps it's the cheer of a distant crowd. Another gentle breeze rushes towards the land from over the sea, catching some of the spray and sprinkling beach goers. These two breezes collide over the land, stirring up the sand. Their continuous clashing tosses and throws sand every which way; the beach goers run away blinded by their play.8964 copyright protection298ＰＥＮＡＮＡknB1i7FJce 維尼

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