I love the smell of the air in the morning the crisp salty breeze from the ocean that I live directly behind, but this morning was loud like a beating drum with no end, screams as loud as the seagulls when they're being chased by the children. Our entire house, rumbling and shaking, mom won't move. dad's yelling, grabbing her hand
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