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                                At the Sea Shore 
                              In 
                                the background, the sounds of waves muted everything 
                                around them and crashed against the rocks beneath. 
                                The orange and red color of the sunset cast the 
                                mood of the lukewarm evening. Water splashed above 
                                her stubby toes, imprinting the shape of her foot 
                                in the muddy sand. The sound of the seagull's 
                                cry echoed and traveled to the porch of the woman's 
                                beach house. Small wooden boats sailed down the 
                                never-ending ocean, blending with the orange sun. 
                                Fishermen snored and slept on the dock, anticipating 
                                their sumptuous seafood dinner. 
                               
                                In 
                                the Room 
                              The 
                                small ceramic lamp lit one corner of the room. 
                                The gloomy areas were suddenly lit by the bright 
                                sunshine. The sunshine reflected off the water 
                                that was sitting still in its glass. It was as 
                                clear and as smooth as the glass in the window. 
                                Outside, the children's playing and laughing echoed 
                                into the room. The large, brown, shaggy dog's 
                                screeching howl frightened the small, black and 
                                white kitten. Her tiny paws rhythmically pounded 
                                on the waxed wooden floor. The loud, scratching 
                                noise of the dog's paws followed. In the corner, 
                                the the soft petal of the pink rose fell softly 
                                from its stem onto the stubby, wooden bed-stand. 
                                The bed's smooth blue sheets looked like a still 
                                river in the middle of the night. The whistle 
                                of the wind flowed into the room like whipped 
                                cream onto a cake, and the flickering orange of 
                                the vanilla-scented candle danced, lighting the 
                                room as it became dark. 
                                 
                                
                              Samantha 
                                Wilhelm attends the City and Country School in 
                                New York. Samantha was born in Paraguay. From 
                                an international family of four adopted children, 
                                she has a sister from Thailand, one from Chile 
                                and another from the United States. Samantha enjoys 
                                writing, sports and music. She will attend Calhoun 
                                school in the Fall.  
                                
                                
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