Prompt-131

She often sat here in the swing, retreating from the world. She imagined the moon reaching down and pulling the waves over the sea like a baker kneading bread, a relaxing rhythmic motion. 

 Such a beautiful sky full of stars. She started to slowly pump her legs to start the swing moving again, matching the timing of the waves.

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