Lucy wiggled her toes free from the blanket of sand covering her body. She giggled at the feeling of the tiny rocks trickling down her toes. Her sister, Mary was observing her father who was scooping up large handfuls of sand on to her sisters feet. Her mother plopped large amounts of sand over Lucy’s arm; it never seemed to stay put. Always sliding down the sides of her arms, further packing the space between her arm and waist. Colorful buckets, shovels and sifters were scattered all around them. Little plastic molds were filed with sand and placed on top of the sand that was patted down atop little Lucy and Mary. They will never forget the time they went to the beach, or how long it took to get all the sand off of them.
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