The Ocean
Waves crash onto fine white sand, a hand caressing the beach.
Driftwood begins a thrilling joyride, tossing and turning with the merciless currents.
Palaces of seashells lie on the ocean floor, with mazes of coral in the courtyards and rooms of salty water.
Breezes blow sand into mini hurricanes, which then set off on excursions down the beach.
The ocean is deep, silent, black, and to be in its embrace is to be suspended in oblivion.
Multicoloured fish dart in and out of the coral reefs, like children, playing in the park.
Menacing sharks hunt in the currents of water, their smirks glittering with malice.
A gentle wind races the tides in the dark night, illuminated only by the soft spotlight of the moon.
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