wind twists and knots hair into a spider web mass roaring past ears, trying to reach the inner self. sand thrusts itself upon legs and drops pelt down from the heavens. the world is grey. sea, sand and sky are one, engulfing the lost and drowning the souls of the people.
Reason for writing:
I was inspired by a walk I took on the beach in a rainstorm.
Isubmitted this because I wanted readers to feel what I felt.
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