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They went and returned, and from the very spot where I saw the last of them disappear, I waved for their coming as if I had always been here. I and they are in a cycle of recurring moments. Even when they are not here, my ears play their presence for me. What am I doing here? This is the point of my existence. My last migration was to this place. Here, I leave and return every moment. I am the 'wanderer' of this shore. Without leaving a trace of my footsteps on it. The water washes them away. They come and go with the waves. (Animated watercolor painting, with my music and sound effects)