October 24, 2011
By Anonymous

The waves crashing harshly against the shore
Pulling myself back allowing the wind through my hair
I feel the sand running through my fingers
As I plunge into the frigid water my arms get chilled with goosebumps
Water so cold, numb to the touch, frozen in silence
Then all goes black

The author's comments:
I was sitting down and my dad walked by me wearing a beach shirt, pencil in had, it came to me

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