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Sep 2017
A toddler with a stick
poking holes in wet sand;
Making short lines and squiggles
which waves wipe quickly away.Β Β 
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.
Written by
Joe Thompson
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