There is no tommorow.
The ocean is calm and quiet and the waves gather together while the wind is windy the waves tripple across the ocean like there is no tommorow. When the waves get high and strong against the rocks over by the shore they seperate from eachother and then they glide as there is no tommorow. The wet sand under my feet in between my toes, feels like theres no tommorow. The windy wind blows the ocean waters making it tripple acrossed the top of the waters going far making the ocean waters come to the shore going across my feet in the sand. The beautiful waters of the ocean feels so clean that you can see that there is no tommorow.
By
Julie Edgington
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