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My sister asked, “Do you remember that morning at the beach?” How could I forget? A memory of us. Two children lost in fantasy, tiny feet dancing as the ocean kissed the sand. Accidental twins, our small bodies snuggled in white hoodies. “You took a stick and drew a huge circle,” she said, I remember. “I drew a circle to protect us.” I see her … Read More
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