The wind was screaming in her face as she walked along the shore, stepping lightly from the sharp shards of stone and glass. She glances about from one side of the shore to the other. Her eyes catch a slumped rock under a looming willow tree, guarding the rock with it's leafy tassels. The girl, dressed in a worn tan sundress with bright sunshine hair and hopeful gray eyes, slowly treads toward the rock, twirling every other step or so. When she arrives under the great tree, the girl runs her hand across the rough sandpaper surface and grins. She sets herself onto the rock and waits, continuing to grin, as a boy silhouette, outlined by the sunset, slowly strides toward her.
Love. The connection between two people. Hate is love, but to a different degree. Don't underestimate anything in your life. It may just surprise you.
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