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A little boy plays on the beach alone building a castle out of the wet sand watching the waters as they slowly creep in and the levels slowly starts to rise His green t shirt and shorts are soaked both from the shore and from many tears yet there is a gentle smile on his face even as his fortress is threatened by the tide The gentle roar of the waves as they roll in have an almost hypnotic effect on the boy distracting him from many of hisproblems there is no older sister to shout at him or bully him here nothing to make him feel like a worthless grain of sand At sun set his creations will be washed away but his happy memory will not be destroyed he will come back here again when he can in the hope of smiling again