Walt: describe our sense for our narrative
At the beach
The sun glitters on the fresh deep water. large big palm leaves were swaying side to side in the gentle breeze. The huge waves were slapping on the big rocks. The sand was squishing between my toes.I could hear the birds tweeting on the big long trees. The chilly wind advancing from the deep blue water made me shiver and I pulled on my jacket over me.
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