No stories this weekend, just water and sand.
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manfrommontreal said:
Water spilt upward against the warm sand. The sun had rose strong, and sure into a nest of clouds. The children combed across the beach searching for the sounds of the ocean in the shells they stopped to pick up, that’s how the day began.
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