She had memorized the poem, ‘Footprints in the Sand,’ before going to the beach that summer afternoon. And when she looked back, she saw nothing — not even her own prints.
That days sea had came with a wicked riptide.
She had memorized the poem, ‘Footprints in the Sand,’ before going to the beach that summer afternoon. And when she looked back, she saw nothing — not even her own prints.
That days sea had came with a wicked riptide.
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