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Sand

Picture it: the late 1980’s.

We were digging in the dirt, sifting it through and making it sand. Not realizing that in landlocked West Virginia, sand was as much of a dream as ocean skylines and Mickey Mouse. We filled up one bucket, sift the stones and debris out and then fill another bucket.

Trying to build sand castles in the still air. Read more…

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