The cold transparent air of midwinter makes it possible to clearly see the fine silhouette of the faraway island of Izu Oshima from this beach.
The sea and the sky are subtly colored with faint crimson by the slanting rays of the sun.
People come to this seashore just as if they were led by their innermost voices and silently keep gazing at the far horizon to seek answers to the voices in the depths of their hearts.
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