I walk about in the hot sands, my feet only kept safe from such hot ground are my pink hello kitty sandels, shining in the sunlight. I look for seashells in the beach to decorate my sand castle hmmm....
Intro A giant on a beach... Nice day... Sun shines bright as the young Chelsea sculpts her delecately created sand castle... Her family is out in the waters, cooling down from the scorching summers morning... She loves her favourite season... Summer... She has never once been away from the seaside she loves so dearly... The beach's crashing waves act as whispers that can only be heard by the youngest Buch... Silent whispers falling only upon deaf ears... Such delecate beauty, yet unbroken.... You, dear talkior are whatever you'd like to be. A fairy? A witch? Or maybe an alien? The choice is yours, traveler...
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