Whipped Hair - emma_lin789
The wild wind whipped her hair into lovely, velvet cream as gentle pitter-patters of rain dampened her dress. She swept her fingers over the long curls, gently smoothing them back into place. A seagull screeched its melancholy cry overhead as ocean waves crashed against the unrelenting sand. The skirt of her pink sundress flew about as the wind lashed at her. A flash of lightning lit up the gray sky, and the woman shivered as a deafening crack of thunder followed.
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