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Taylor’s Mistake

Tom , Year 7

The beach lies in the arms of the cliffs.

The gulls call to the sea.

"Swirl waver swirl."

I float in the water waiting, waiting for the big wave to carry me back to the beach.

I try to outrun the wave.

When it comes I sink down.

I see the beach though my fingers.

On the cliffs little wooden houses wait for their owners.

I call to them, “you're never alone here, never.”