On the tide line, drift wood lays on the sand. Empty clam shells. A small brown seal diving into the waves. The waves are calm as the waves roll in. The sun is warm and it slowly gets warmer. It is a perfect day to go swimming.
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Friday, 27 November 2015
Writing
On the tide line, drift wood lays on the sand. Empty clam shells. A small brown seal diving into the waves. The waves are calm as the waves roll in. The sun is warm and it slowly gets warmer. It is a perfect day to go swimming.
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