Before he turned One,
Little I.'s toes met the sand.
Friends, naturally.
***
The waves washed their hands.
He laughed. Waves kept gently crashing.
And again he laughed
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"How should I not be grateful to my whole life? -And so I tell myself my life." Nietzsche, Ecce Homo
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