Current mood:	blah
Entry tags:	6th grade, beach, descriptive, old

Old Treasures.
Something I found that I wrote in sixth grade that sparked my teacher to start talking with me about alternative writing assignments. Just a descriptive writing paper.

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     The roaring of the crashing of the waves would wake one from any slumber. But it was empty. For miles around, there was only the looming, murky darkness, the tiny grained sand, and the deep water, with its waves tossing and crashing about. A salty smell hung in the air, created by the ocean. The water, which had become calm, now flawlessly reflected the bright moon and the winkling stars, their beauty poetic enough to create their own majestic, yet silent song. A faint, dim, pink light began to shine on the horizon. The eerie, yet serene silence was broken by the song of a far-off bird. Life became more and more apparent, and the beach seemed to have an aura of pure, unbroken joy spread across it.

     In the darkest and gloomiest of nights, the bright morning will bring its song of life. But enjoy the beautiful, melancholy song of the night.