As I am walking along the beach, my silk dress waving calmly through the salty air, I feel the spray of the water against my pale skin. The cold air blowing my hair, and I watch the water. The sea is a pale green, and the water is ice cold. I wish for a warm fire, but the sea is raging, but I am not afraid. I grew up here, I know every rock, every grain of sand. The clouds over up the bright sun. A storm is approaching. I can feel it. As I look of into the distance, I see storm clouds. As I turn around and start home, I miss the beach already. But the water awaits me. Blowing patiently with the indecisive pattern of the wind.
- Ellieanna
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