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The waves smashed down and sprayed gracefully everywhere across the razor shells. The wind jumped across the cliffs like an angry Kangaroo. The gulls swarmed you in the searing simmering sun. Footprints everywhere had been sunk into the beautiful white sand from former explorers. People were frantically racing back to the camp sight to help their wounds, from the bluebottle jellyfish washed upon the shore.