The wind is blowing steadily whipping across the hot sand, beating to it’s own drum. The salty ocean water rolls one over the other and crashes on the sandy shoreline, in a never-ending pattern. It brings pieces of sea glass, tiny white shells, and large chunks of green sea weed that spread out on the shore. The warm summer sun beats down to brown my pale winter skin. Seagulls fly over the water skimming it with the tips of it’s feathers. In the far distances, the humming of a little tugboat takes over the ears of all who watch.

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