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Original Entry:
Reclaimed Hot sand refracts and cakes gritty on sinking soles. Mirrored shards in waiting reflect the wave’s laughing children. Their foamy tongues lap and tickle between grips of loamy toes. There for an instant they hang until reclaimed by their mother. The sea’s grasping hairs pull rivulets in undertow and the very ground beneath me disappears. lc=12
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