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A Beach In Winter Through Summer The warmth of the camp fire burning bright keeping me warm whilst winter gets its tight grip on everything

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A Beach In Winter Through Summer The warmth of the camp fire burning bright keeping me warm whilst winter gets its tight grip on everything around. If it wasn't for the fire I think I would freeze to death. The temperature must be below freezing as I sit huddled up with my arms wrapped around my legs thinking of the summer nights when all is calm and relaxing. I can feel the cold again with the last breeze down my left side; my legs have gone numb on the hard frosty sand. The image of an over-populated beach in a hot summer in shrouded with a cold, dark shadow of emptiness and eerie abandonment when the winter months descend to clean-up the once human-contaminated shoreline. ...read more.

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Now waves steal the sand as they retreat away from me revealing its skeleton; the hard stone that refuses to be taken away. On the nights the moonlight seems to get caught in the waves, locked away trying desperately to escape the power of possession that the sea reveals by this menacing act. I try and get some sleep on this agonizing cold winter night and maybe if I focus on it hard enough it might just disappear. I roll up into a ball as if agreeing to the winter and I drift drearily into unconsciousness. The heat, giving sun that stays late in the evening, almost like a smiling friend that you would never want to leave, awoke me. ...read more.

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After regaining myself, a rush of sudden happiness took over my body. I splashed about, screaming and yelling, beating the water with my palms and turning somersaults in the water. My entire body reveling in the delights of this summer weather, I was so ecstatic to be completely stress-free with nothing to bother me. The waves traveling over my back lift me into an unsurpassed feeling of pleasure. Then the seas pressure forces some water into my mouth. The salty taste of the sea reminded me of the winter weather. The ice and the bitterly cold wind surrounded me, suffocated me until I could bear no more. It was like winter had come back to claim me for its own. Just the thought of it, a pirate stealing my soul like it's some sort of treasure using my senses to confuse me. It is a terrible detailed memory which will haunt me. Forever. ...read more.

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