The sky was a solid sheet of royal blue. Not a single cloud interrupted the blue expanse. Miles off shore the sky converged with a sea of glass. Two flat plains meeting in a seamless line.
Enter a sleek yacht racing across the ocean. Engines rumbling in a deep roar, the yacht was a sparkling white arrow churning up foaming white plumes of water. The sun turned the foaming froth to a spray of sparking crystals that settled into a white trail slowly dissolving back into the water.
All in all, a moment in time that sang of happiness and content.
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