Silent Waves

She rubbed one foot over the other to kick off a few ants, chased a little brown beetle away from her papers with pencil and stared out over the landscape. Lots of empty benches, trees that were years old. There was a family a little further up, with a kid riding his bike up and down the pathway. Mostly, it was completely quiet except for the soft swishing movement of the waves and the sound of the breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. The odd bird squawked, a pelican flew overhead. The blue sky was ever so slowly being swallowed up by rain clouds, and still it was as peaceful as it had ever been. Silence and serenity. It was so beautiful, such an awe-inspiring place, in the eyes of the writer, to pick up a pencil and let the words flow, coincidentally about the ugliness and brokenness of her favourite character.

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