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Sand

Wilson P. Higgsbury

A handy pile of pocket sand.

A fine grain, more useful for construction purposes than gardening.

I like it between my toes and nowhere else.

Of a good grain.

Lots of tiny, tiny stones.

You are a very clean dirt.

Rocks so thoroughly beaten down they are no longer recognizable.

It's nice to feel it beneath our many feet.

I wonder if the sand knows of its own insignificance?

I can fire it out my Pew-matic and it doesn't even gum up the works.

Ms. Wickerbottom

Sand always seems to find its way into my books.

ZOUNDS BUT SAND 'TIS EVERYWHERE!

Big deal, it's sand.

When Wolfgang holds it it slips through his large, strong hands.

Sandy.

Handful o'land.

Dirt

GRAINS OF DEFEATED ROCK