Writings from Others. – Amethyst’s Archive

The waves of the ocean, the moon’s indirect pull on the world as it shapes and destroy cliffs and cities. The pull, pull, whoosh of them as you forced one way then blown the other. The sh sh sounds and feet dunking into wet sand. If you stay there long enough the waves would burry you in the beach, a pillar there sticking up in the surf. What a wonderful life to feel the ocean’s, the moon’s pull.

I’m just going to post this… because I don’t think I can make that any better. Bravo.

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