My raincoat was speckled woth ocean spray, and my hair would be smelling like salt for atleast a week. I fingered the strap of my binoculars, and shifted my weight to my right foot. I felt the metal of my brooch, clasped at my throat, making my skin crawl with the cold touch. Sighing, I plunged my wrist farther into its pocket, and finding nothing, the worry lines edged into my forehead deepened.
Friday, March 7, 2008
Dolphins #1
"Where are the dolphins? That's why I came after all. Where are they?"With my hands in my pockets, I gripped in each hand a smooth stone, sea stones, washed smooth after being swished about in the ocean. I turn, and gaze out at the vast expanse of water, which seemed to go forever. It was raging wildly before my eyes, flinging itself against the smooth walls. I shifted my gaze to the dark spiraling clouds above. , what a terrible storm.
My raincoat was speckled woth ocean spray, and my hair would be smelling like salt for atleast a week. I fingered the strap of my binoculars, and shifted my weight to my right foot. I felt the metal of my brooch, clasped at my throat, making my skin crawl with the cold touch. Sighing, I plunged my wrist farther into its pocket, and finding nothing, the worry lines edged into my forehead deepened.
My raincoat was speckled woth ocean spray, and my hair would be smelling like salt for atleast a week. I fingered the strap of my binoculars, and shifted my weight to my right foot. I felt the metal of my brooch, clasped at my throat, making my skin crawl with the cold touch. Sighing, I plunged my wrist farther into its pocket, and finding nothing, the worry lines edged into my forehead deepened.
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