it was my first time seeing snow on sand. walking from the still, snowy bank to the roaring mass of water, i'm surprised at how alien it is to go to the beach in the winter, like walking on the moon. with only the company of seagulls bleating overhead, i feel not unpleasantly at the edge of a lost, lonely planet.
afterwards, we ate dumplings of meat, mushrooms, potatoes and drank sweet cherry compote. from the subway you could see the ocean, and all the cars were empty.
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