Now he is crouching in the sand before her. Looks closely at the sand castles. Looks closely at the little girl. Doesn’t know which he admires more, the sand heaped up in tidy rows or the little girl herself, who has built it all. She is breathing against his shoulder, hiding behind her bangs. With his fingertips he grazes the little girl’s cheek. The little girl’s cheek is cool as a shadow.
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