The sky is an endless blue, streaked with the vapour trails of sleek white aircraft. The sea laps gently against the shore, small foamy wavelets darkening the golden sands. The trees sway gently in the soft breeze, and the colourful birds sing piping tunes. A turtle, one of the last of her kind, pulls herself from the breakers and starts her long journey up the beach. She makes the slightest of noises while she digs a hole with her flippers, flicking sand in shimmery arcs. Once her eggs have been laid, she covers them and returns to the sea. You don't see any of this. You're too busy, checking your phone to see if anyone else has seen anything interesting today.
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