Sand Castles, children on the beach building sand castles, with little bags of flags for young patriots’.

Would that it were possible for everything to stay that way, but the tide will always come in and wash the castles away.

The sand castles of the young were shared, we had no sense of ownership, what a tragedy it is that we grow up to, ‘I me mine.’

What a wonderful thing it would be, if we could grow up as children, and see the ‘Kingdom of heaven’ in the sands of the sea?

But right now I’m stuck here in, ‘My house,’ with not a hint of sand anywhere.

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