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If I was granted an extra day and could do anything I wanted, I would go windsailing. Feeling the strong breeze whip against my face and tasting the salty spray of the ocean is a treasure that I cannot experience often. I would walk along the beach, gritty sand gushing between my toes. The perfect shell would be within my grasp, because for shell collectors like me, the beach is a lot like Cloud Nine. Gripping the handlebar with clenched fists, I would sway like a feather, my weight turning the board with ease. I could see the tiny creatures living below, curiosity lingering on their delicate faces. Laughing, I would turn back to the shore, eyeing the oncoming sunset with longing. As I leap from the boat, I watch the sunset before the last sliver disappears under the waves, the bright colors performing a special dance of glee. Sandals in hand, I would walk back to my hotel, lethargic from a day of paradise.