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She turned back toward the village lights, leaving only a trail of swirling footprints behind—the only proof that, for a few minutes, the sea had invited a girl to dance.

The "walczyk" grew louder, the wind whistling through the gaps in the nearby wooden pier like a flute. For a moment, the world wasn't a place of cold salt and sharp wind; it was a ballroom of foam and moonlight. Lena felt the weight of the world lift, carried off by the receding tide. nad_brzegiem_morza_stala_dziewczyna_walczyk_ply...

was for the laughter of children who once gathered amber on this very stretch of beach. The third turn was for the silence of the deep. She turned back toward the village lights, leaving