Standing on the spikey wet grass I could see a isolated rusty old house.It’s a abandon house surrounded with solid stones. As I stood there I could hear the wind blowing through my ears.
When I turn to the right side I could see a dark shore. As I walked down to the shore I could see the wave’s crashing to the shore.
When I walked back up the hill I could hear the door cracking wide open. As I was going to go to the rusty cabin, I gently scraped my hand on the rocks that were surrounding the stones. It was so dusty. walked into the rusty cabin I could smell the incinerating wood.I also saw some burnt photos and ashes of the incinerating wood.
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