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A Day at the Beach

A Day at the Beach
“Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Oriana screeched, stroked by tumbles and tresses of stony waves and foam twangy when it soaked her lips. Hanging off her was that old bikini, which was fortunately hers and which afterwards would belong to her sisters Natasha and Luna and Izzy, faded and so blue it was leaden as the waves now. Her flesh was bruised from the jagged rocks she had been scraped against-patches of stitched strawberry on a pure white linen nightgown. Her eyes were green, but sky blue now, and her golden hair was matted, hanging iin wet strands with frizz crowning every inch.
If anyone saw her then, they would think she was the most beautiful thing in the world. The water would be cold on their back that day, but as her lover embraced her, his heart would dance warm.



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