On our way to Fortbragg, the scenery was green all around, with
tall trees, grey skies and ocean breeze.
We arrived, mid afternoon, the sun hiding behind the gloomy clouds. The mist, flowing through
the air, tickling our faces as we walked along the beach.
As we ran through the sand we came upon a cave, deep, dark, & creepy.
The starfish sticking all along the walls, running through the cave, frightened of what we might find.
We came to an opening, there we found a beautiful, sandy area, with a small stream running through
the sand, shells and starfish laying around, butterflies and small insects flying
around, dancing over our heads.
The tide was rising, the water caught up to our feet. The freezing ice water scared us away.
Climbing rocks, and enjoying the peace and quiet the ocean brought to us. The memory, plays
in the back of my head, to this day.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
On our way to Fortbragg, the scenery was green all around, with
tall trees, grey skies and ocean breeze.
We arrived, mid afternoon, the sun hiding behind the gloomy clouds. The mist, flowing through
the air, tickling our faces as we walked along the beach.
As we ran through the sand we came upon a cave, deep, dark, & creepy.
The starfish sticking all along the walls, running through the cave, frightened of what we might find.
We came to an opening, there we found a beautiful, sandy area, with a small stream running through
the sand, shells and starfish laying around, butterflies and small insects flying
around, dancing over our heads.
The tide was rising, the water caught up to our feet. The freezing ice water scared us away.
Climbing rocks, and enjoying the peace and quiet the ocean brought to us. The memory, plays
in the back of my head, to this day.
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