April 4, 2012
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The waves bring the shells from the water up to shore.

Waves go whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

The waves make the sound whoosh every day and night.

The shells crackle beneath my feet crackle, crackle,crackle.

Seagulls flying above me well I watch the waves soar, the Seagulls wings make a sound such as psh, psh, psh.

You can hear the sun sizzle in the sky sizzle,sizzle,sizzle.

I hear some kids play down the beach all you hear is there giggles.

The sun is as big as a beach ball.

The grains of sand that we walk on each and everyday are as small as sprinkles on a cupcake.

At night the waves have brought shells of galore.

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