The Beach
The Beach
As the boy and the girl ran out from their station wagon, the beach was happy. Was happy to have their small footprints upon it. Happy to have hulls dug with plastic shuffles. It was even happy to have paper wrappers blowing about after they were gone. But the beach knew that there would no longer be this to look forward to. Be no more careless play. Only lonely snowfalls to mark the beginning of a endless winter. The beach loved the boy and the girl but there was no way telling them and it knew this was the last time of them together. Things would be different from now on. And it didn’t know if they would be better or worse, but for cretin… things would change.
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