As the turtle lifted its flippers and glided forward, it felt like watching a quiet farewell. The sunlight shimmered across its golden shell, casting moving patterns on the sand below. There was no rush—just the steady, graceful rhythm of a sea turtle disappearing into the calm, endless blue.
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As the turtle lifted its flippers and glided forward, it felt like watching a quiet farewell. The sunlight shimmered across its golden shell, casting moving patterns on the sand below. There was no rush—just the steady, graceful rhythm of a sea turtle disappearing into the calm, endless blue.
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