I love
the feel of sand as it trickles from my clenched fist, held vertically. It funnels out as if from an hourglass. It is one of those intriguing sensations:
ticklish, alive, impossible.
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2 comments:
Yet another thing we have in common. I could sit all day on a beach just digging my hands and feet in the sand...it's such a sensual feeling. I love the heat on the top and the coolness underneath. Wonderful.
Actually I don't care for sand in general. It's just that one very specific thing, which is quite different than any other way you can interact with sand.
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