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“A Woman Kicked My Son’s Sandcastle Into The Ocean Because It ‘Ruined Her View.’ He Had Built It For His Late Father, And He Was Still Holding The Little Flag He Meant To Plant On The Tallest Tower. ‘It’s Just Sand,’ She Said. ‘Build Another One.’ Twenty Minutes Later, The Lifeguard Walked Straight Toward Her Carrying A Golden Box — And Everyone On The Beach Went Silent.”

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the flag — faded from other summers, one corner fraying, which Simon once said made it look like it had survived a battle. “I’m putting it on the highest tower. It’s for Dad.” He hadn’t even bent down when the woman appeared.

I saw the phone first, held at arm’s length as she recorded herself walking the shoreline, wide hat shadowing her face, huge continue reading …

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