They go out for a stroll along the shoreline. The waves break with force and reach them at regular intervals. The momentum carried by the foam makes their legs go all shaky as the water sweeps a good portion of the beach. They don't mind. They walk in silence, as usual, each absorbed in their own thoughts. Sometimes, she turns her head to him and they both smile for a while. Sometimes it's him who turns his head first. That familiar gesture - the movement, the smiles - strikes a chord in unison, a subtle action that signals a coincidence in their streams of consciousness.
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