L ights blind me as everone trudges out of their tents and hears "PRESS UP POISITION."
A ntartic waters rush through my lungs like freezing bits of ice .
N aughty boys hop out of their tents not knowing what their in for.
T he silvery stars glisten in the night sky like dimonds.
E vening milos warm me up as the cold winds freeze my finger tips.
R efreshing summer air glides through my face as if im diving into water.
N oisy children scatter the grounds as we start to play spotlight.
S WOOSH, SPLASH, BOOM, CRASH! The waves thunder against the golden sandy floor of Thortan Beach!
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