🌊 Crochet on the Shore 🧶

Wendy sat alone on the sun-warmed sands of Lakes Entrance, her crochet hook glinting in the mid-morning light. The rhythm of her hands matched the gentle hush of waves kissing the shore, each loop and pull a quiet meditation. Around her, butterflies hovered like silent applause, wings catching sunlight in bursts of orange and gold.

Above, seagulls traced wide arcs across a faultless blue sky, their cries distant and carefree. The sun wrapped her in golden light, painting the beach in hues of honey and pearl. She glanced up from her yarn as a shimmer caught her eye—a dolphin, sleek and silver, sliced through the shallows just beyond her reach. For a moment, its eye met hers, as if acknowledging her quiet companionship in nature’s morning ballet.

Wendy smiled, her yarn flowing freely from the skein as her fingers danced. There was no need for words. The dolphin dipped beneath the surface with graceful finality, and the butterflies resumed their gentle parade. In this shared stillness, where nothing demanded and everything gave, Wendy felt not alone—but woven into something vast, peaceful, and beautifully alive.

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