My beach is nothing like your beach; a normal beach. On a normal beach there would be soft golden sand, and if the tide was in, shimmering blue water. My beach however, instead of fine sand, it is made up of litter and broken sea-shells – deserted for such a long time by anything living. The water is a murky brown and I have never known any different. Perhaps my beach was beautiful once, but now that time is gone.
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