The Tides of Maya's Beach

Maya picked up and dropped a dozen or more pieces, all of them stunningly lovely. Then she meandered close to the water and looked at the waves washing over the sand. A wave would run up over the beach in a froth of white foam then rush back out just as quickly. There would be a glimpse of the patch of damp sand before it was washed over once again by another foaming wave. The same pounding of wave after wave day and night, year after year, had ground stone into sand that formed this beach.

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