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A faraway narnian land.
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Julian and I went on a long bus ride to the seaside today, I wanted to collect shells from the shore to send with my letters, but the tide was in too far. The waves were washing foam and tangled seaweed on to the cobbled streets. It was so quiet, and cold, there are many sweet shops and cafe's and seafood restaurants, toy shops and art galleries and shops selling handmade purses, flowers and cards.
A ghostly curse fell over the fishing town, I am going to write a story about this. The mermaid from the pier bestowed a curse upon the town in the bleak winter months.