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the castles?” Noah asked. “He used to say the ocean was just taking its turn to admire them.” Noah was quiet. Then, for the first time all afternoon, he looked at the water without flinching. “Can I keep the picture?” “It’s yours, Buddy.” He handed it to me so he could stand and walked back to the wet sand. Not to rebuild the kingdom — not all of it.continue reading …
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