her face was all yellow by the light of candles burning all around. the dim lights of candle made it hard for me to guess the colour of her gown like dress. but it surely made it even more beatiful than it wud have really been. she was carefully polishing the sea shells that she was selling. and to her distress there were no buyers that evening.
i guess it was neither the moon nor sea waves that was making that beach beautiful. it was all her solitary presence. it of course was her solitude but it was filling that evening on the beach with life and colours.
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