Wednesday, 29 August 2018

writng

the waves rise up from the ruff sea looking to consumes its next victim. The waves wrap around the jigidy old lighthouse like a blanket. It struggles to stand up the visions uncontrollable waves are too much. They are nearly at the top.

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