A child in the coffee shop said she should buy a square of the beach. I wonder how many sand grains she would get. What would you do with a square? Rather-how would I be in my square? The ball rolls out, and we morph into one. A stick to carve, where each sand grain-means something. So let's all buy our squares, I want to see what lies beneath. The world is moving- for once-I don't feel like stopping it. Because. I am in it. I am in it. I am here. I tell you, that is what I would do, with my beach square.
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