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If I had a memory, I ‘d conjure up a soothing froth around my feet. I’d picture a beach of scampering crabs and sandpipers peeping. I’d have my surf fishing pole, my sunglasses and drink with an umbrella to pick the seaweed out of my teeth. Never been there, but it’s nice just the same.
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