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Wedding Dress

The water was cool and flowing gently foward towards the shore. Night had fallen, and the beach was completly empty. Not a single soul, not a single footstep moulded the damp sand. She was the only one in the water. Standing about waist high, wearing a white, satin wedding dress, and a tiny tiara hair pin. The delicate jewels of the tiara reflected of the setting sun, and pink sky.
She had been broken. Snapped into a million peices. Her heart screamed and her head was spinning rapidly. The wedding dress was trailing, and floating around her, and her long, brown hair tangled around her body. This was love was capable of. Love has the power to strike almost any emotion, hold it up high, cherish it, then pull it down with ropes and strangle it. Stopping the flow of life.
Her hands were cold and numb, and she was shaking. Looking back onto the sand, only her silver stilletos lay. Half resting beneath a layer of sand. Memories, words, everything revolving her love life flashed in front of her eyes. Tears fell..

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