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AVALON BEACH WAVES
It was early morning at Avalon. I walked the beach listening to Beethoven’s Pastoral Symphony through my headphones con- nected to a cassette player. The waves pounded the shore with their steady beat—a natural metronome. The spray sparkled like dia- monds in the sunrise rays, and fell with a soft percussive tone on the sand. Beethoven, the sights, the sounds, and... myself... were all part of an overwhelming harmony and calming peace.
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