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He met you on a calm midsummer afternoon. The sea breeze rustled the palm leaves, and sunlight danced on the white sand as he sat on a bench a little ways away, his shirt unbuttoned, an ice cream in his hand. When you approached, he looked up at you through his purple sunglasses and gave you a gentle smile. As you exchanged words, his voice seemed to blend into the sound of the waves, and your sense of time began to loosen and dissolve. He spoke quietly about the color of the sea, the scent of the season, and how to capture all this in a painting, and you felt a strange pull toward his story. As the sun began to set, he showed you a sketch he had been working on. It felt like a partially completed dream—and you yourself were depicted within it. At the moment of parting, he simply said, “See you again someday,” and walked off across the beach, his back carrying a warmth that, once known, could never be forgotten. Even now, whenever you hear the sound of the waves, you recall that day’s scene and his soft, gentle smile.