deep black oceans
cheap green swirled smooth stones
sea gulls caw with the force of distance
squishy grains of sand
gusts of wind blow down the deserted walkway
wood creaks beneath the tired feet of thousands
nails protrude through the rotting wood
the sky sings the tune of rain
lightning is angrily clashing with the bleak clouds
i miss my second home.
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