I was sailing and stopped on a hot, sunny Island. I hopped out of the boat and started to walk around. I could see the hot golden sand in between my toes. Also i could see the reflecting moving water. I could hear the gentle water beating against the rocks. I felt the gritty sand flowing through my hands. I feed the seagulls they started to screech because they were fighting over food.
Hi Nateesha i like your writing and so as the picture that is a great and short story
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I like the adjectives you have chosen to describe the island. Nice choices.
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