Seaside Mist
The silver mist was devouring the coast. The sound of waves slamming up against the rock makes my heart beat faster. The miserable rain drizzles down on my dropped shoulders. I hear something. What?More echoes seem to come from nowhere. At the bottom of the cliff, sat two dogs. I wander closer. A dog started to scurry towards the lighthouse. Full of questions and thoughts, we followed it.
It brought us to an abandoned spot on the top of the cliff. The wind was still howling as we carried on following the strange dog. The lighthouse gate was next. The rain was still drizzling... where to next?
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