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Describe an image

(Mind that I haven't actually found a picture to describe, because I was really lazy, and this was for homework 😂 Just try and imagine a picture of a sandy beach and it'll be fine!)

Busy, calm, unstoppable.

Invincible waves, splashing soothingly against the soft sand; moving with the gentle wind, hand in hand, like two lovers. They weren't married, of course, but any fool could see through that shell of nothingness, that the wind and the waves very much so, were a pair... inseparable. Both needed each other to become something beautiful, amazing... murderous.

It didn't take much for soft, soothing sand to feel left out, of course. Sand, after all, was a very jealous fellow, who could not help but stare and dream that one day, it also will be a part of this beautiful symphony.

The sky was watching over them all; the soft pebbles; calm waves; cold wind; tiny sand; it felt like the sky was like an omniscient, celestial, beautiful goddess, waiting for something to happen.

Amazing, yet beautifully deadly, fluffy clouds passed by through the cacophony of colours that was the sky. They were looking down at the beautiful scenery that was down below them, breathing the cold air, making the wind pass invisibly through the waves.

Cute, small, round.

Little pebbles were present at the scene, at the end of the meeting of the waves and the sand. Like small children on the playground, all of them were dancing along the fluffy sea foam of the waves, laughing, and playing with the tiniest of the bubbles in the world.

It was like a movie.

There was no ordinary music, only the delicate sounds of the waves hitting the now blushing sand.

Around the horizon, beautiful scenery decided to take a peak, yet only for a few minutes. Pastel pink; sunny yellow; fiery orange; hot red were all present there, creating such a clear, clean, careful cacophony of the different colours. No one dared to disrupt the natural peace of the beach.

The beach is a natural wonder of the world, that everybody just wants to visit it, and wander around. Sand between their toes; cold water splashing on their legs; soft pebbles collected, ready to become something memorable, beautiful, appealing... or not. We might never know.