Two turtles neared the shore shortly before sunset; instead of making their way to the beach, they seemed intimidated by the two locals fishing on the rock wall, waved, and headed back into the depths of the Bay.
I focused on the horizon, the cluster of clouds accumulated there, the way the rest of the sky suddenly smeared pink before the bluish hue of darkness filled first the trees and then the heavens.
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