The Sunday Whirl


It was almost spellbinding, the translucent power seen as the beautiful, sacred journey she traveled every day. Any direction was available beneath the blue green saltwater. She never ventured too far north as freezing tides did not appeal to her, even though she knew many of the order who enjoyed the cold. She preferred tropical waters where she would search among many humans playing and splashing. It was then she meandered near and stung them with hits of pain. Her beauty and grace a false presentation as she struck like thunder.



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