

Descriptive essay of BeachAs I walk down to the coast from my hotel, the sand, as white and pure as snow, extends along the whole expanse of the seashore. I hear the seagulls loudly shriek as they soar gracefully above. As I step onto the beach, the soft, warm sand squishes between my toes. My nostrils detect the sweet lotion mixing with the crisp breeze off of the ocean. When I near the water I hear the crashing waves collide against the shore with their relaxing, rhythmic splashes like smooth jazz. Stepping into the water, I feel its cool touch envelop my legs and slowly rise up my body as I wade out farther into the sea. Plunging under the surface, I taste the bittDescriptive essay of Beach
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