The sun glitters on the last few gulls it reflects like fire dancing on the waves the night air cold and crisp washes the beach like a curtain The calm is only broken by a single gull flying swiftly and … Continue reading →

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It came at midnight, Softly at first, Calming the city, Once so full of life, A thin layer of whiteness, Constantly replacing itself, A never ending stream, Of calm and white. The world woke to see a new city, Usually … Continue reading →

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