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I look up at the surface of the water. The sun is creating glimmering warmth where ever its rays reached.
Sighing, I grab a broken shell and toss it into the hungry sea. It's an extremely hot day, I can barely breathe. The beach is vacant, probably because its Sunday, and many would be at church right now.
Double checking to make sure no one is around, I strip off my cover up and let it fall onto the sand. I untie my hair and stretch my hands in the air. I walk slowly to where water reaches my hips. Then I dive in.
The cool water embraces me. I exhale through my nose. I look around. The salt water doesn't burn my eyes, as it does for many. Broken shells and bits of seaweed tickle my feet. Farther and farther out I swim, every so often coming up for air.
Then something catches my eye. A glint. I snatch it before the waves can move it away. I rise, and examine the peculiar object in the sunlight.
It's a sand dollar, but with a silvery tint that when the sun hits it turns multicolored. I grasp it in my fist and swim toward the shore. I think I could make the glimmering....um...thing into a nice necklace. I grab my cover up and run across the sand. Dad's shack is towards the back of the the beach.
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Ocean Tides
FantasyThe smell of sea salt overwhelms my nostrils. The strong tide pulls in and releases, sending water spraying into the cool air and shell pieces. The moonlight hits the water perfectly. I look to the horizon. There is no mistaking it. The sea is calli...
