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o why are the levels of all the seas
equal in the world
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A dreamy sea has a rhythmic pulse to it unmatched by any other part of nature. It forges its own sounds and kindles its own symphony. The following 25 sentences are an attempt to capture the song of the sea and its steady, throbbing heartbeat. If you find yourself visualising its glorious vastness, its dreamy surface and straining to hear its metronomic wave music, you may understand why it’s called the fisherman’s friend.
The sea was buzzing with its dormant strength.
The waves were crawling gently to the shore.
The waves were creeping steadily towards us.
The dreamy sea was its own master.
The waves were gently drenching the sand.
The sea softly doused the beach.
The waves were carelessly dribbling onto the sand.
The ebbing tide was harmonious.
The sea was vaporously exhaling its mist.
The flowing of the tide was languorous.
The ocean was forging its own sea-song.
The gasping waves were waiting for full tide.
The groaning sea was riparian-blue.
The gurgling waves were metronomic.
The gushing waves were comforting.
The humming of the wave-song beguiled me.
The sea was kindling its own symphony.
The lapping waves entranced us.
The murmuring of the waves was hypnotic.
The waves were oozing onto the beach.
The palpitating pulse of the sea was steady and peaceful.
The plinking of the wave-music was enthralling.
The pulsing sea was acetylene-blue.
The quivering sea was hoarding its mighty power.
The quavering sea harnessed its majesty.