The Night Was Cold.

Standing out in the sand, I could hear the crickets dancing through the night. A thousand brilliant stars enveloped the summer night. The frequent breezes brought chills and never ending chills upon my skin as I took shelter in my warm fuzzy blanket. The tide had started to rise. The repeated sound of ocean waves washing on the damp sand, leaving rocks and shells behind, buzzed in my ear. The grainy sand stuck to my sweaty, bare hands. I listened to wind swaying the frail leaves of a palm tree in the distance. There was no light in sight except for the brilliance of the moon which illuminated the water. The night was cold…


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