The wavelets flung themselves up as if trying to pat my feet and I darted back, laughing, and picked up my skirts to cha — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
The wavelets flung themselves up as if trying to pat my feet and I darted back, laughing, and picked up my skirts to cha — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
The wavelets flung themselves up as if trying to pat my feet and I darted back, laughing, and picked up my skirts to cha — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
The wavelets flung themselves up as if trying to pat my feet and I darted back, laughing, and picked up my skirts to cha — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
The wavelets flung themselves up as if trying to pat my feet and I darted back, laughing, and picked up my skirts to cha — Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
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The wavelets flung themselves up as if trying to pat my feet and I darted back, laughing, and picked up my skirts to chase them back as they receded, in a game of tag more ancient than I then knew.

— Amanda DeWees, Sea of Secrets
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