A Beach In Winter Through Summer The warmth of the camp fire burning bright keeping me warm whilst winter gets its tight grip on everything

... A Beach In Winter Through Summer The warmth of the camp fire burning bright keeping me warm whilst winter gets its tight grip on everything around. If it wasn't for the fire I think I would freeze to death. The temperature must be below freezing as I sit huddled up with my arms wrapped around my legs thinking of the summer nights when all is calm and relaxing. I can feel the cold again with the last breeze down my left side; my legs have gone numb on the hard frosty sand. The image of an over-populated beach in a hot summer in shrouded with a cold, dark shadow of emptiness and eerie abandonment when the winter months descend to clean-up the once human-contaminated shoreline. There is no one here. The days get shorter in winter, as if the sun felt like the kingdom he rules over has lost the will

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