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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 15, 2018

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Submitted: August 15, 2018



Running On sand, the powder in between your toes as dust rises up and flutters around and shines like glitter.

The Water salty to taste and gritty with sand and dirt, the waves crash into to me as I lay there waiting for them to bring me under and wash away my problems.

I walk to the beach from the water dripping and walking on the wet sand, it sticks to everything and Chaves my thighs. There’s a long piece of kelp to my right, slippery and wet.

The sun beats down as the smell of the coast lifts up your nose from the stench.  I can hear the children laughing and screaming in the water and the sound of cars driving by fast. Bonfires in the distance and s’mores crunchy and perfect.

It’s the coast where dreams come to die and love flourishes. You don’t know what you’ll get.


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