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A toddler with a stick poking holes in wet sand; Making short lines and squiggles which waves wipe quickly away.   When his toes have been tickled and sand rises up around his tiny feet, the boy falls backwards onto his bottom. There! Did you feel it? The universe stops– Then begins again - with delighted squeals burbling forth as the water moves around him licking his skin – and a thousand small kittens tumble away.
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
Ephemeral
A toddler with a stick poking holes in wet sand; Making short lines and squiggles which waves wipe quickly away.   When his toes have been tickled and sand rises up around his tiny feet, the boy falls backwards onto his bottom. There! Did you feel it? The universe stops– Then begins again - with delighted squeals burbling forth as the water moves around him licking his skin – and a thousand small kittens tumble away.
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
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