"I’d sit cross-legged in the box, filtering the sand over and over again through an old spaghetti strainer, getting rid of the sticks and leaves that had fallen, until it was almost as fine as right after he poured the sand from the bag. That was perfect sand."
Friday, April 10, 2009
It's nice when we can get out of our own ways. Stop defeating ourselves with doubt and tiny acts of sabotage. Do what we can and be happy, and let enough be enough.