so today as i stood there in my work clothes, wet and sandy pants, ocean mist frizzing my nicely straightened hair, and ache feet...i held the hands of a little boy who was experiencing the wonders of the beach. he clung to me as the waves ran over his little feet, and squealed with delight everytime a seagull flew overhead. this boy that i held
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