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Sea, soft like silk ran over her feet.

It was a memory like no other, a child, running towards the water, with her bucket in her hand. To build a moat, a sandcastle, with her dad. She loved being in the sea, the water rushing over her sandals.

Holidays, at the seaside, sea, soft like silk.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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