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 Under the Pohutukawa Tree  The waves are crashing against the rocks. My feet are burning hot as I bury them into the soft golden sand. The Pohutukawa flowers are scattered across the ground like red ripe strawberries. I see ships far out in the deep blue sea. They look as small as ants. Little children make sandcastles while their parents are laughing their heads off. I feel the slicing sun on my shoulders. It feels like I am burning. The cool breeze is splashing against my body like soft rain pouring down on me. The red rosy petals rustle on my head as they fall off the tree and flutter down. Article posted April 16, 2008 at 01:56 AM • comment (1) • Reads 479 • see all articles |
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