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Sandcastles
A walk on the beach
Sand castles were everywhere. The crowded beach was full of them.
“Is there some kind of sand sculpting contest going on?” Raymond asked Danielle with whom he was walking the beach.
“Yeah, it’s the annual sand festival. The grand prize is something like five grand. I’d spend a day at the beach playing in the sand for five grand. Of course, to win you practically need a whole crew working with you.”
“Wow, look at that dinosaur!”
“That’s not a dinosaur. It’s a dragon. Jesus Raymond, you really missed out on life by not ever reading fantasy books.”
“I read yours.”
“Okay, so you’ve read one fantasy book in your life. And it wasn’t even all that good.”
“I thought it was fantastic. Hey, it was the very best fantasy book I’ve ever read!”
With both hands Danielle pushed Raymond away from her. They were both laughing.
After walking in merry silence for a while Raymond finally spoke up, “You know, sand is a great artistic medium. You can build just about anything with it then the tide comes in and washes it all away. Then there are those Buddhist monks in Tibet who spend days creating elaborate sand paintings and when they’re done they get their brooms and sweep them all…
