THE RUSHWORTH BEACH HOUSE, CALIFORNIA
The fine sound of the waves gushing down on the baked sand seemed definitely appealing to the senses. Nit sat on the wet, sandy amalgamated surface she made for herself through sand and observed the beautiful scenic beauty evident before her eyes. Though it was winter, the sand still gave the tingling warm sensations. Niti, thenceforth, stood and moved over to the coast and began grabbing clams which she would later use for preparing dinner.
As she managed to collect twenty or so, she decided she should head back to the beach house. Though Niti adored beachside regions, she didn't really like the idea of settling down near one as she shared a fear of 'aquaphobia'.
She could though enjoy the waves while standing on the near-end where the sea hadn't
