And the crashing din of the surf was a factor.
It was roaring.
A pride of lions.
It was howling.
A dismayed wolf-pack.
It was crying out into the listless void.
Which stared back, blank as slate.
...what a back and forth.
We dragged shoes back through the trap of the sand.
There was a tunnel.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
And the crashing din of the surf was a factor.
It was roaring.
A pride of lions.
It was howling.
A dismayed wolf-pack.
It was crying out into the listless void.
Which stared back, blank as slate.
...what a back and forth.
We dragged shoes back through the trap of the sand.
There was a tunnel.
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