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yellowhorde ([personal profile] yellowhorde) wrote2005-09-04 03:10 am
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One Word - Driftwood

His heels dug deeply into the wet sand, but he felt nothing. The wind roared, the sea pounded... nothing. His soul and reason for living was lost, twisted beyond recognition like the driftwood that littered the moonlit beach.
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