A Wonderful Day at the Beach

Last Sunday, I went to the beach with my family and had an amazing time. The sky was as blue as the ocean, and the clouds were like fluffy cotton balls floating above. The golden sand felt warm under our feet.
We built sandcastles that looked like little kingdoms. The waves rolled in gently, splashing against our legs and making us laugh. Some people were playing beach volleyball nearby, and their energetic shouts added to the lively atmosphere. Seagulls were flying around, looking for food. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with beautiful colors, I realized it was truly a day to remember.

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