The afternoon sun was beating down on us. My sisters and I stood at the top of this mountain only to gaze at the beautiful cliff below. The huge rocks that lay carelessly around the tremendous cliff, are not aware of the strong tides trying to take them under. They hold on to the towering wall, frightened to be claimed by the sea. The water being starved is furious and will not rest until it has defeated the magnificent.
The diminutive strips of land poke their heads up from the dark breathless cage. The water foaming with craze to see that the land is trying to escape, demolishes and tears it apart. The war between land and sea will not end very soon. The sun's flaming beams of light assists the water, blinding the wall so they can take it down when it's not looking. The piecfull grass on top of the cliff, is inattentive of the battle below and is a piece maker for those who hate.
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