There lies a blanket of tiny gold. It's soil feels roughly soft. The big bright moon gazez from the purple sky, while reflecting it's light
upon the lacey blue water, which slowly breaks on the golden shore. the ghostly white shell lie carelessly, wethering the chages
of the season. fishes were flloating in the moning endlessly. The smell of tangy spoilt fish covers the air. My every footfall
feels like invisible eyes are watching. Great shadows dance silently on the shore. Standing not far away is the old cocoa coloured wood
beach house creepily smiling as dead trees dance and "ooh" around it.

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