Thursday, 27 February 2014


I stand before a deserted island.  I see the water dazzling.  The waves look like white horses galloping to the rocks on shore.  CRASH!!  The foam looks like webs spreading across the sea.  I follow the whispery voice of the waves towards the golden, bright sand.  I frolic on the teeny, weeny specks of the sand.  I look up at the sky.  The trees whistle like the tui’s calling.  The sun is as bright as the beautiful moonlight dazzling in the night sky.

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