Boardwalk Descriptive Writing

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Bodies pass, moving in a blur of a slow fast-forward. The haze of voices echoes through the crowd, only to be split and overcome by the burdened creak of the boardwalk’s wooden planks. The child wobbles forward, camera in hand – a Christmas gift from Father. The camera is raised, positioned, and fired as taught, and the winter sea is frozen in time by the quiet click of the lens. As the child waddles further out along the boardwalk, the whispering mass beneath the planks moves, too. Three more snaps of the shutter draw a delighted giggle from the child, who crosses the walkway back and forth to catch sight of seagulls above and hermit crabs far below, scuttling across the sand. They flee the thing beneath the boardwalk. A slender, murmuring

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