July 24, 2011
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While everybody was asleep in the little cottage, a little girl was restless. The wind was moving the branches. Screech. Screech. She opened the door and let the rain pour on her face. The gravel crunched as she trudged along the dirt road.b A deathly path. The howling wind and pounding rain pushed her along. Death was in the air. Waves crashed below her as she teetered on adge. Waves that had killed before without another thought. The wind pushed and pulled, and Death filled the air one last time.

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