Thanks to Sonya for Only 100 Words.
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Waves lapped at the shores, on the sand, toe-burying beaches; a lone cross stood where Jeffrey Adams built sand castles. He giggled as the tide came in, his mother laughed as he splashed into the lake further; then, the bottom of the lake dropped along with her heart. Seven-years later the blaring sun stung Mrs. Adam’s eyes; each June, their family went to Pebble beach and hung floating beach toys on the cross — Jeffrey has loved his flamboyant pink flamingo best.
(Sorry, a sad one.)
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