At the beach the dark sky was like a raging storm that was angry with the world. The sand was coarse like sandpaper beneath my feet. I was in bliss, the day seemed to be going my way. The waves going up and down on the sand were like a yo-yo on an endless string with dumping waves crashing onto the rocks and sand. The wind whistled a tune that I could hardly recognise and the seagulls were talking to me in squawk language.
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nice i like the writing and all the desciption really good story i have nothing to add
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