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Face meets Sand

We liked to watch the sun rise.

I used to get up and stand by the Ocean’s Edge and watch the day break with a nice pink glow over the horizon.

This one morning, Yim decided she would come and stand behind me and put her arms around me, while the waves lapped at my feet. I decided I would bend forward and lift her up on my back so her feet were not touching the sand.

At the very moment I got her high up on my back a larger than normal wave hit my feet and pulled the sand out from under them and the weight of Yim on my back drove my face directly down into the sand, filling my mouth and nose to the brim.

I literally pulled my face out of the sand and spit and coughed sand while Yim roared with laughter.

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