At the dog house in Langley i feel a strong breeze of wind carrying the salty smell of the rough Puget Sound water. I see the bright sun breaking itself out of the prison of dark clouds that it was trapped in. I see hawks scanning the water for their next meal as the wind sails across its surface.
At the dog house i can hear waves crashing into the beach bellow us. I can hear the wind whispering into my ears.
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