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Girls Camp in Seldovia
By Sarah Owen
Genre: Non-fiction
Category: Student Examples

On an early Saturday morning, I am across the extensive bay from Seldovia. I carefully study the slight changes in a distant foghorn's sound, being carried away by the wind. I hear the splash of the waves on the kelp-covered beach. I heed the howl of the wind in a nearby cove. The squawking gull that pierces my ears flies over my head and soars out over the water.

I stand savoring the misty air while it engulfs my body. I feel the silky sand beneath my feet sink and settle into a stationary condition. I smell the rotten halibut being picked to the bone by pestering fowl. I smell the fresh, unpolluted breeze with a tint of fresh rain forest scent. I see the fog accumulating on the dark ocean water. I see the glimmer of the sun crawling over the majestic mountains and through the thick fog.

I feel a heavenly urge to prance down to the water. It seems the rocky beach goes on forever as I slowly move down the beach. Eventually, I stumble; then I feel a slimy, sluggish sensation. I jump up from my stony bed to see what caused this. As I search the ground, I am surprised to see what looks like a big blob of homemade jelly. I further explore it by rotating the animal when it tries to slither back under its rocky home.

I soon grow as tired of the creature as it does of me. I grope on while gazing at the ground. I stop for a short rest on a decaying log. When I settle down, I glance out over the water. I see a creature frolicking in the water. When it drifts closer to the shore, I can see it is floating on its back with its belly exposed. On its chest lays an object with two shells closely sealed together, and in the creature's paws is a sharp looking rock. The animal starts banging the shells fiercely with the stone but in vain.

Suddenly, I am startled out of my daydream by the hoarse voice of my sister calling through the fog. I nearly forget that it is time to go home. I am very sad I have to go, but somehow I think I will be drawn back to this amazing world of enchantments.


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