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Beach Front

It’s the weekend, and the beach is closed. All we can think about are surf and sand-castles. Let’s go; no one has to know. No one will see us swimming in the deep. Let’s play. Sand is flowing through our fingers; the abrasive grains are vanishing from our hands. Wow, we’ve made a mess of things; nobody has to know. The beach is closed.

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