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a washed up treasure

January 15, 2013
By Anonymous

The sunsets over the majestic lake,
vanishing away from behind the tall mountains
all that remains of the sun are colors of the rainbow dancing across the icy waters.
As the sparkling starts from above peak out through the running clouds, there is a big gash of wind and the dark blue starts to produce thunderous waves that ripple against the shore.
A young girl with locks of gold was taking a stroll along the shore.
The cool breeze brushing against her beautiful skin.
Her feet pressing deep into the sand with it squishing between her little toes.
The water rolling up across her feet,
enjoying the wondrous night.
Not having a care in the world as her dress,
that is as red as a fiery flame is freely flowing through the wind.
Suddenly she stumbles upon some strange substance on the shore. It is something that she has never seen before. It is like a big rock or shell of some sort but can’t really tell.
As she reaches toward it, she notices something, something peculiar.
On the face of the shell there is a picture,
it is something that looks very familiar.
The picture is of the young girl reaching toward it.
As she moved, the picture moved.
It was the most astounding thing she has ever seen.
A shell that shows the reflection, is the coolest thing ever.



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