Day 70: buried alive

While on vacation it has now become tradition to have my daughter ask me to bury her in sand. From past experiences she’s learned to cover her hair.

A great memory, hearing her giggle as I buried her in sand.
A great memory, hearing her giggle as I buried her in sand.

 

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