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Sand
Hot sand on top,
scorching bare feet,
but underneath
it is chilly and damp,
a soothing relief.
I build a castle
a fort
a mountain
a rocket
a person
a jungle
an elephant
a volcano
a fire truck
a giant ice cream sundae
I mold the sand
beneath my hand.
I pat the side
and watch the tide.
Sand on my arms
my legs
my back
my butt
my neck
my hair
and behind my ears
and in my pockets
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