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The Language of Waves
That morning, when the beach was still empty, the sea was speaking out rolled onto the shore as if performing an ancient ritual β loud, yet inevitably solemn. Each wave was aβ¦

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That morning, when the beach was still empty, the sea was speaking out rolled onto the shore as if performing an ancient ritual β loud, yet inevitably solemn. Each wave was aβ¦
Hello, everyone! ππ· There are a few grapevines planted in my mother's yard, and every year, in early autumn, when they ripen in late September, we face a dilemma. Should weβ¦