As the sand crunched beneath my toes, the first beams of morning sun brushed my face and my arm swung back and forth in a keen arc. I could be found here most mornings, enjoying the sunrise, doing my thing.
"'Morning Ed," I yelled out.
"'Mornin'," He came back, not looking up from the electric screen as it issued slight bits of noise every so often.
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