Drawn back by the chaos that hit the town in which I had just arrived at. My feet lead here after walking for days on end; they lead me straight to the birth place of this malevolent storm. The whirling and the shrieking of the wind around pungent with the smell of fish, I continue to walk along the shore as I watch the fog. Off shore it begins to make its way over the sea. Across the shore is a beautiful tree big and tall but boring in comparison. I walk and looking around and watching the fog engulf the faces of the people that were watching the storm. I see a boy beautiful boy reminding me of a ray of sunshine across my face on a nice and sunny day, suddenly I am engulfed in fog it suffocated my already strained breath. I continue to struggle to walk the shore of this beautiful place people only dream of living at, the white picket fences in danger by the whirling merciless storm raging on like the people around that were engulfed. The faces of the people are distorted as pieces of art displayed in a museum but I continue to walk. Days on end continue to pass, as I walk and people disappear around me like water in a desert; oh how wonderful a warm desert. I realize in the midst of this I has walked in to the water. Submerged for the fog had lead me to my end like a traitor in war. But the water oh ever so sweet was refreshing like ice cream on a warm day. It comforted me like the boys face had as it suffocates me like the fog had done. As I am drawn back by the chaos that hit…
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