Brushing the white earth off her hands, Morgana stands back up. She's in her summer walking shoes, so she slips them off, leaving them neatly out of harm's way and makes her way down to the sea - stopping at the water's edge.
It is even more purple up close, a colour she did not know would exist in nature.
She looks at the deserted beach. "Why are we alone?"
It is the mid-afternoon and the breeze is warm. This would be an ideal day to be outside.
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Date: 2010-06-14 10:54 pm (UTC)It is even more purple up close, a colour she did not know would exist in nature.
She looks at the deserted beach. "Why are we alone?"
It is the mid-afternoon and the breeze is warm. This would be an ideal day to be outside.
She takes another step towards the water.