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On the beach waves collide with the shore, coming from above and slamming down battering the sand. As the ocean retreats back into itself it claws the beach and rips away its skin. Clouds huddle together and through sheer mass, hue black. Screams bellows and the pummeling sound of behemoths in disrest. Tiny daggers drop from the riot, denting the crust, softening it. And finally the sand is pierced by the feet of a hundred stampeding tourists, failing to outrun the bullets of a ****** in a rage.
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Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 7:52 PM UTC
Punching Sand
On the beach waves collide with the shore, coming from above and slamming down battering the sand. As the ocean retreats back into itself it claws the beach and rips away its skin. Clouds huddle together and through sheer mass, hue black. Screams bellows and the pummeling sound of behemoths in disrest. Tiny daggers drop from the riot, denting the crust, softening it. And finally the sand is pierced by the feet of a hundred stampeding tourists, failing to outrun the bullets of a ****** in a rage.
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Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 7:52 PM UTC
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