In the amber glow of the sinking sun, a bank of fleecy clouds drift away like a flock of seabirds returning to their nests hurriedly.
A girl is watching fixedly the blaze of the sun transforming every moment above the gently undulating sea.
A boy is running by the water's edge as if to try to chase the time which is swiftly going by toward the night.
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