The face of the beach.
Softly I cry, tears streaking along my freckled, yellow cheeks.
People slowly trudge across my face, leaving dents that quickly get blown away, due to my soft breathing.
A big hole, positioned at the end of my face, leads to bottomless darkness, as pink humans, around the opening, began to dig deeper, there white spades gleaming.
My green eyes, smothered in salty water, leave people breathless, wile black boats encircle them.
Situated north, above both my eyes, black and brown seals, in a line, swim together, only separated by a small bridge, connecting my cheeks and forehead.
Seaweed, in long streaks of brown and gold, cover the top of my head, falling out rarely.
For I am a beach.
x (I am not really scared of beaches btw) x
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