i must confess i'm at the time of year where my reading means i look at pretty coffee table books--for the pictures. when i actually read in june, i don't look up new words in the dictionary and my beloved wordfinder collects dust. while this girl entymologist promises a swift return in this department, i can show you something i did do: my lastest aspirations in sandcastle building. mine (with shovel) and a professional (woman dancing) a la cannon beach's 49th annual sandcastle competition. from masters to the junior sand fleas, these grains were taken quite seriously from morning until late afternoon tide. by morning, any that survived were mere mounds; a testament to the glories of temporary art.
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