Written in the sand last Friday morning. By the time I walked back the other way, the tide had come in and it was gone.
It’s always good to go for a walk. Someone might have written something lovely in the sand.
always. every time.
Written in the sand last Friday morning. By the time I walked back the other way, the tide had come in and it was gone.
It’s always good to go for a walk. Someone might have written something lovely in the sand.
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