BRC -A Short Story

Author's Notes: Hello! I am shhutupasiaa and the author of the little short story named, 'BRC'. I haven't written in a long while, but I felt the bug to start again. I am older and a little more seasoned, and hopefully my stories will soon show that maturity.
'BRC' is a short story that I have been sitting on for a little while now, and one day I woke up at the wee hours of the morning and just began writing. I am hoping with 'BRC' to give you just the right amount. Just the right amount of love, romance, heartbreak, and everything in between.

I love reading everyone's thoughts, so there's no need to be shy(;
Below is an excerpt from Part 1..
Enjoy(:
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Big winds.

Deep views.

The large sound of waves clashing up to shore, saltiness in the air. There was nothing more freeing than to look out toward the water and see the reach of the element meet the sky. It was something about the ocean that I believe God intended for us to feel so small, just to humble us in the most intimidating, but beautiful way. Reminding us that we are all nothing compared to the vastness of all that He created.

A mere blip on a map.

Cool sand between my fingers, toes sunk in the stuff. I frequent this spot often.

This spot is my happy place. No matter the time, nor the day, I find this spot to never change and that's what I liked most about it. It's consistency, the way it made me feel at ease. This very spot in the sand has seen good days and worst days, some ugly and some winsome.. and still it remained what seemed to me as perfect, untouched. Just left to be on its own, but because it appreciated that much. Not because it was made to be.

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