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I can clearly remember this day.
I tried to carry as much of that sand home as possible.
Today is not a beach day so I went there in my mind.
There have been so many beach days in my life.
I am grateful for that.
And that old sea.
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If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung