"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."
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
This is a test. I've connected my phone to the blog so I can update via text. Promise not to abuse it!