Excellent NaPoWriMo contest entry Precious Gems : Sensory by dovemarie

The pull of the waves, Choppy, a little rough At high tide, deserted expanse of watery sand covered with footprints Grass blows in the wind Tufts of dry, crackly seaweed tumbling about Storm approaches Lowering clouds hovering above the horizon Ominously moving in hazy yellow sky Evening settles, low rumble of thunder mixed with swishing waves This is how I perceive my life... With storms passing, who knows what the morrow will bring? Author Notes Inspired by a large picture in a room called the Sensory Room, in a psychiatric hospital. Thanks to Denise B for artwork

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