Captain’s Log: Stardate, A Day at the Beach Long Ago; I have appropriately lost track of the days. Stella is unimpressed with the sand as the holes she digs constantly fill with sand again.
The boys shoulders have turned a lovely shade of brown tinged with a hint of pink that they say curiously tingles ever so slightly.
They have also learned how to avoid getting body slammed eighty percent of the time to the floor of the ocean when body surfing to a mere thirty-two percent. Much progress has been made.
My shell collection has grown from scallop shells to include black razor clams. Haven’t seen hide nor hair of a shark’s tooth. I have no idea what I will do with the assortment when I get home, but it’s very important.
Today will include umbrellas on the beach, sunscreens, and of course, sandy pants.
Devonne Brown 
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