Star Bright, Salt White

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When I stop running I'm alone. I sit on the sandy wet  ground and put my head in between my legs. Breathing heavily, everything in my head swirls around in my head. Winter dead? it can't be possible they said they wouldn't give up on her. They said they wouldn't give up on me. I sit on the ground for what seems like hours, I finally stand up.


Wind blowing over me all I hear is the waves crashing and the wind howling. I carefully wade into the ocean not very far and I float.  I float for what seems like another hour. I look up into the sky. The stars shining down on me. I walk back to the beach and become sleepy and right before I fall asleep on the beach.

 A shooting  Star comes across the sky.... and then I close my eyes dreaming of what was to come.

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