Grandview

I hear the beach screaming at me when it is usually calm. It shrieks out of fear of deterioration. It’s hands grasp mine as I dive fiercely in to save it from drowning. We sync our screams to torture the wind into glassy ease. We all need calm now for the slithering water snake to come. There is no life-saving today; for I have come to my existence, and I save him in the end. He got me out first; I never forget.

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