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Post by BLAISE GRISHAM on Mar 6, 2011 14:12:29 GMT -5
Bare feet dipped into the cool, dark water, skimmed across the surface and sent small ripples of movement outward. It was not quite spring and the water was icy, but it felt so good against her skin. Blaise sat on the edge of the old dock, the smell of ripe water, salt and rotting wood tickling her senses as the water lapped at her bare ankles. She felt at ease and comfortable in this place, even though it was empty and desolate, and rather bleak. It was like a graveyard, where boats once were tethered to the dock there was nothing but fraying rope and the few broken down, unrepairable skeletons of old boats left behind.
She leaned back, palms against the wooden dock and squinted up into the afternoon sky. What had initially been nothing but a trip to the store, had ended up a grand adventure and discovering this seemingly forgotten place, which she had instantly felt affinity for.
It was quaint and quiet and seemed like a very good place to relax and mull things of the day over.
Blaise closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her face, kicking idly at the water and slipping into a drowsy state of half-dreams. |
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