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Growing Up

She stood inside the doorway in a black tank suit spattered with small globs of mud.  A green garden hose dangled from her right hand. Water flowed gently from the hose splashing on the slatted boards by her feet.  I remembered happily showering sand from my childhood body on just such slats outside a rented beach house.

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