Waves crashing flowing frolicking like sea otters in an out going tide. Sand moving blowing shifting like clouds across an empty sky. Rocks towering bulging pushing upward like thousands of hands trying to grab the sky. Water cold on my feet its salty spray hangs in the air, its many movements washing away the sand like a wave rolling on an empty sea.
Jesse Crane
Homeschooled, age 11
Tsunami Writing Workshop
(as read on YWA’s Mixed Voices on KLCC)
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