... but smile at the unmistakable beauty. The water looked as if there were billions of sparkling diamonds floating peacefully on the water.  She turned her face upward toward the welcoming heat of the sun and let her mind go blank. She stretched out her tired arms and wiggled her painted toes in the hot, wet sand. She listened to the sound ... of the waves not far from where she stood now. As she began to walk toward the sea, she closed her eyes. Then everything shattered.  She remembered. It was just like watching a terrible ... lost everything. All of this flashed before Grace's eyes ...

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... " of his summer home that served for his greatest memories. The beach was the one place that regardless of what happened in life or in the world the waves kept a consistent rhythm that helped me to relax. Many of my happiest childhood memories occurred at the beach. I was very fortunate to grow up in Seacoast ... on the beach in the cool April sand. She reports that she often had to run into the ocean after me as I gravitated toward the water and the waves. My older sister and I enjoyed playing on the beach and often she would roll me and bury me in the sand. I do remember with sadness wh...

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... , touched, smelled, heard, and even tasted was a sweet part of my paradise. All these characteristics are what make my paradise the beach. As I walk along the shore I hear the thunderous waves crashing amongst one another. The swift breeze of cool, fresh air splashing in my face from all over is a most heavenly feeling. As I continue walking I hear the birds cawing for ... ! All these things and so much more is what make the beach such a special place for me. With my feet in the sand I feel the warmth of the heat reflecting against my skin. The waves brush up against my legs only to cool ...

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... close my eyes and in my mind go back to that exact moment in time. The warmth and heat of a sunny August afternoon kissed my skin. The clear, blue water glistened as the sun shined over it. Sounds of speedboats whizzing by and waves crashing up against the sandy rocks down below. Staring off the rocky cliff out on to the water ... ...

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... on an autumn day. The day that my writing becomes a reality is the day that summer will truly end for me. However, until that day arrives, I"m stuck with constant scorching heat waves and rains that fall, not to bring relief, but to ravage all hopes of a good night sleep. Physically, fall is my end of summer. Mentality, though, my autumn would arrive ... ...

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... Violent rain drops beat against the lead pane windows, rattling the glass, pushing it to the limit. The rain pelts down in sheets consistent with the wind that blows in waves of strong forceful hatred. Through the window, although blurred with rain, and a dull hue covering everything, looking somewhat how the world might look through the windows of teary eyes, lies ... the other half in darkness, the way she liked it. She drags up a frail hand and gently places it on the window pane, just her finger tips, just lightly. The heat, though not much, from her touch leaves small patches of co...

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• Grade Level: High School