The Sea

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It's always called for me. I guess it always does when you live in a small beach house. Though this time it felt like the waves were tugging at me forcing me in. Grey clouds circled the crystal blue water. I could smell a storm brewing and knew I shouldn't go
in the water, but it was to late I was already far enough in that it barley covered the top of my waist. Of course I dove in right after that. Of course I wasn't thinking. I didn't care, I was surrounded by magnificent creatures. Fish swam in there schools around brightly colored coral. Some lost fish hid in the seaweed below. I felt great. That soon turned to worry as the water moved and moved me violently under the salty sea. I could feel myself being pulled farther away from shore. I surfaced to gather more air. I took a large small amount of air when a huge wave devoured me. I fell under neath and hit my head on something very solid nocking me out and taking me into darkness.

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