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Sea at Połąga IV (1908)
Waves crash against the shore, their foam dissolving into wet sand. The horizon stretches, a muted line between sea and sky. No people, just the raw pulse of water meeting land—endless, restless. You can almost hear the wind pulling back for the next surge.
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Calypso Island (1897)
A lone woman stands on jagged rocks, her gown rippling like the restless sea. Waves crash below as she gazes beyond the horizon—neither welcoming nor wary, but utterly untamed. The ocean’s salt hangs in the air, and for a moment, you wonder if she’ll step forward or dissolve into the spray.
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At sea
A lone boat rocks on dark waves, its weary fishermen bent against the wind. The sea stretches gray and endless, swallowing their silhouettes. Salt spray stings their faces as they haul nets heavy with the day’s meager catch. The horizon offers no comfort—just another day of toil beneath the indifferent sky.
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Malvarrosa
Sunlight dances on wet sand as children splash in the shallows. The Mediterranean breeze carries laughter over turquoise waves, their white foam licking the shore. Striped bathing suits and wide-brimmed hats dot the beach like scattered confetti. Valencia’s coast pulses with life under a blinding noon sky.