One fine morning, a man was strolling along the shore; with a tranquil mileau around, comfort enveloped him. His soul seemed like rejoicing with the enormous sense of space as he unraveled himself- sat on the sand and let his thoughts wander. Like waves to the shore, words came rushing without encumbrances. Nature stirred him inside. For a second or two, he ceased thinking but feeling and...

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