The sea beats in time with the moon in the sky with little white bubbles that foam and float by. The twinkle of mystery unknown to man but what is it really that beats on the sand.
Is it the drum of hooves in the shells or the whiny of horses and ringing of bells. Maybe it's just the fresh sea salt air that whips past your face and runs through your hair.
And what of the crisp white crest of the wave that grows stronger with every second that day. Is it the flash of a silvery mane that we see as each wave crashes again.
The ocean holds so many a secret maybe one, undiscovered for man can not keep it. The unicorns live and frolic in the tide as the waves crash on shore with the secrets they hide
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