Before
At the beach on a cloudy day.
After
My first bare step from the wood's scratchy surface to the wet patted down cement -like sand. I stood feeling the light beach breeze, the one that has the sent of salt from the ocean and the sea creatures that came from it. Each step I took it went " flip, flop" because of the sandals I decided to put on. At this moment half -way to my salty and watery destination. The view was beautiful having the sight of the bright blue ocean . Also, the seeing of the white foamy ends of the waves each time it repeats. There it is, only a few feet away, feeling its mist. Then I stop walking, groping for the towel in my bag, the one that is small with a tie-die design, I finally found it. Taking grip of it I tugged the colorful item, then I layed it out and took a seat looking at the view mother nature's natural beauty.
I really like this!!! I think it really describes how the day at a beach can feel. I felt like I was at the beach. Maybe you can include this into your story. Maybe the girl is remembering her day at the beach while she us at the mental assylum.
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