setting sun shone soft upon
She was sitting sipping sarsaparilla slowly through a straw, sipping, sighing sadly on a sweeping sandy shore, Seagulls, shrieking, swooped in circled. Sea spray speckled stones were submerged as surf surged seething, settling where she sat, alone. She sat silent, sea surrounded, still the sarsaparilla gone she swam, a sea sprite, swiftly seawards. A setting sun shone soft upon her scaled tail, sheffing silver sea spray, which slapped the saea, swish, smach! The sound scared the seagulls who swept, screaming in swirling spirals all around.