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sandy feet carving up a storm and going with the flow....of tide and gale force winds |
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| The wind ripped the trowel right from your hand...and pushed the tide up and around sandy feet's beautiful castle. Spires toppled, arches fell..........spring break. With only a few hours left she carved "empties" and a drunk frat boy that had crashed into the castle. Being clever and imaginative is nothing new to this woman. | |||||||