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[sub][b][color=lightgray]WEATHER[/color][/b]: [i][color=fff200]☀Sunny☀[/color][/i]
[b][color=lightgray]TIME OF DAY[/color][/b]: [i][color=8493ca]Evening[/color][/i][/sub]
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By the way the sun began to sleepily dip lower in the sky, 
the way shadows elongated and danced about sand proudly, one 
could come to the conclusion night was lurking just a mere hours away.
Desperate weeping could be heard, the rough sound of clothing 
scraping against sand following each cry, distraught survivors
crawling from the vicious ocean. The plane had crashed, the accident 
violent and even fatal for a few passengers aboard. The pilot was no 
where to be found, the compact aircraft already submerged, hidden 
beneath the blanket that the ocean was. Those that survived the crash
latched onto anything they could to stay afloat, most using the seats as a
form of flotation. Luckily, the shore was not far from the initial crash-landing site, 
however ruthless waves made the trip to safety hazardous. Each white capped
wave reared up with aggression, pounding like a drum, forcing whatever it
 could beneath the water. Those who escaped the grip of the waves, found their
 body aching, begging for a rest. The sand welcoming them like a soft bed, 
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