This place holds his childhood for me.

The dunes sweep away, moving and tracing the horizon in a slow motion extension of the sea, taking a little more of the land at each tide. We stay between them, among them, surrounded by shifting miniature geology that was once heavy -- Inside a giant hourglass for counting years, millennia.

Place, a space occupied with intention - I heard this yesterday. This place is weekly transformed by new occupants, passing through.

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