|
|
Post by maxyl taylour mournsoul on Dec 20, 2010 14:57:16 GMT -5
(date/October 19,2010...Time/4:19 P.M... Temperature/ 86 degrees)
maxyl taylour just got off the bus that brought her to new mexico. she was amazed by the site she saw. kids playing in the sand near the shore, teenagers and adults lying next to large blankets of white sand. her eyes grew wide. it was a warm day and she was burning up, thanks to the public bus. she gripped her purse thang hung off her body. as she made her way to the shore line she slid off her black and blue converse and let her feet feel the gridy sand. her feet tickled at the feel. she was seventeen but she felt like a child at that point. her black and blonde hair blew in the wind. she felt water sweep over her feet. "wow..."she spoke quietly. it was magick. she danced in the water and bumped into someone.."i-i'm terribly sorry" she said spinning to see the stranger.
|
|
