Hi Dusties! Today, Umji Dustborne, Sowon Dustborne, and I went for a walk on the beach. The breeze was so refreshing, it made everything feel so peaceful. We played in the sand together and even made some funny shapes. Every now and then, the waves splashed against our feet, which made it even more fun.

After that, we sat down and chatted for a bit. “Hey, let’s build a sandcastle!” Umji said excitedly. Sowon laughed and replied, “Alright, but don’t complain if it turns out looking weird.”

Later that night, we laid back on the sand, gazing at the stars. They looked so beautiful, almost like the sky had been set up just for us🩷

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