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Post by Alanna B./Ashley K./Jimmy B. on Nov 9, 2006 14:44:42 GMT -5
The sand shone silver in the moonlight, and the moon's reflection traced one long white line across the ocean from beach to horizon. That was one thing Ashley had missed in England: the beaches. The British Isles were surrounded by ocean, but the coast was almost entirely cliffs and rocky shores. It was so hard to find a genuine beach there. Every week since she had returned to Toronto, Ashley had come down to Wasaga beach just to feel the sand between her toes. She loved the feel of her brown hair and the loose-fitting black skirt she wore tonight rippling in time with the waves as she walked along the beach. She reveled in the feeling of the deserted beach, alone and abandoned by the tourists...she felt the same sometimes, and had often since she came home. This was her place at night...the only place where she felt truly peaceful...where she didn't have to think about how much "home" didn't really feel like home anymore...or how much she, herself had changed...or anything at all. Dreading the winter months, she wondered what she would do when the weather turned colder and it was no longer pleasant to wander the beach in the moonlight.
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