Placeholder: An American Indian woman, adorned in vibrant traditional attire, kneels on the shore with reverence, searching for sea glass. Against an overcast sky, she sifts through sand, collecting gems that hold the sea's secrets, each piece a memory of ocean journeys. An American Indian woman, adorned in vibrant traditional attire, kneels on the shore with reverence, searching for sea glass. Against an overcast sky, she sifts through sand, collecting gems that hold the sea's secrets, each piece a memory of ocean journeys.

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An American Indian woman, adorned in vibrant traditional attire, kneels on the shore with reverence, searching for sea glass. Against an overcast sky, she sifts through sand, collecting gems that hold the sea's secrets, each piece a memory of ocean journeys.

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