Bottle on the Beach
Incessant whistling-calls from his friends pulled Garven out of a summer holiday slumber. He rushed to the window to silence the raucous, before tiptoeing out of the house, pulling the door shut behind him with a soft thud.
A warm summer breeze caressed his face on his way to the beach. The bright yellow rim of the rising sun on the horizon and cloudless blue skies elevated his mood, with the promise of a great tropical day ahead. The loud tumbling waves of the high tide battled for supremacy, rolling over each other and pushing to reach the furthest point on the shoreline.
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