Beach Day - England

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      Strolling down the dirt track towards the yellow and golden shimmering beach, the Brit and the c/n held each other's hands, taking their time with making their way to the beach. They'd found themselves at a small set of stairs that led down, following the old Italian style stairs down the hill, towards the beach at the end of it, the pair jumped and frolicked their way down, laughing as they went.
      They finally found themselves standing in the soft sands of the tiny, tucked away beach that nearly no-one went to. It sat beneath the face of a cliff, and dark brown and black rocks cut off any means if access to the rest of the world.
      A small wooden boat by the little dock that was somehow built there sat all by his lonesome. It was baby blue, and had dark oak oars seated in side of it. The docks went out a fair amount into the water, and stopped short of too deeper waters where the sea would get dark and fall into a spiraling pit of certain death.
      Getting in the small wooden boat, the couple didn't dare make haste, sitting for once together in the silence,  and letting the water rock the boat along in the waves, the sun dripping rays down over them. As the night grew nearer,the pair began the trek back to shore and started rowing down towards the docks.
     Orange rays bounce off of the water, reflecting back into the darkening sky,yellow bled in here and there, and a deep red colour ran through the strips of light as the two males watched over the horizon together.



/The End/


A/n: I don't fucking know anymore,I hate this lol

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