"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."
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Things are temporarily on hold for the full-time job. Long story, but I'll continue to pick up extra hours until everything is sort out.