Over fields of yellow straw and hills of fresh green grass, a figure walks down to the sand of a secluded beach in Cornwall. The man is unremarkable, clad in shorts and an outdoor jacket, armed with nothing more sophisticated than a rake. As the sun moves slowly across the sky, he walks around and across the beach, drawing lines behind him with the rake that he carries in tow: swirling, spiralling patterns that spread out over the sand, and, as dusk falls, will be washed into the sea by the rising tide.
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