Religious texts waxed on about the red-stained sand representing the sins of the forefathers. The scientists mumbled something about oxidation and reaction.
Maybe they were both right, for when I lay upon the ground with you, I simply can not breathe and my sinful lust controls the very cells of my body.
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This is beach week for my family! We’re taking our RV to the Outer Banks (NC) for the first time (so wish us luck!). When we made a patio this spring we had a bunch of sand delivered and dumped in our driveway, not exactly the same thing, but I dug my feet in anyway and wished and wished. Thought a sandy world was appropriate :)
If you wrote a two line story for this picture, what would it be about?