by Daniel Valdez
On a sun-striped beach,waves hit the bank,making their harmonius music.Lasting chords of concordthe presence of serenity,seagulls sang tunes in the distancewhile the creatures of the sea quietly listened below.
I felt the sand beneath my worldwalking on a trace of infinite dust,a cushion of lost and wondering clouds.The sea breeze blew softly,holding my cheeks lightly,I soar away with them intothe sky, a golden feastof Apollo's magic and strength.
The ocean was a blur of sunrapid movements of hushed furies.That is when I spotted it,a reddish-pink frozen shower of colorcurves and contours of perfection:the seashell, a product of my beloved sea,always reminding meof time well-spent on the beach.
Congratulations to Daniel. He was a runner-up in Writing magazine's Treasured Objects Contest. Students wrote about their favorite things in such insightful and powerful ways. Check back for the next two weeks to see more runners-up.
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