'I was addicted to a losing game'
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There's hardly anything quite as blissful as an amble by the seashore. It's like strolling through an airy womb of sky and sound. The sea was a cerulean-blue gown and the beach seems dipped in earthshine gold. The waves in the distance were like white creases on a vast bale of velvet and the lolling of the yachts was both rhythmic and mesmerizing.
It was not often you get to see a sunrise-gold beach. That was our privilege as we gazed out at the slothful sea. Ebbing ever so gently, it looked at peace in its jade-green gown. It felt like we were walking on a carpet of candy floss, such as its softness. The golden sand swept around in a scythe of beach, hemmed in by towering dunes.
The horizon seemed to be stitched with a silver line. The seagulls w
