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"A portrait of my daughter, once a week, every week, in 2014."

Elly- We took you to the beach,  hardly for the first time. Though it was the first time you noticed your surroundings. You dug in the sand, gazing at each grain as if they were specks of gold. You weren't a bit afraid of the crashing waves, you gazed out at them, as if you knew the weight that they carried with each crash they beat upon the sand. My wise baby, what a pleasure it is to watch you grow.

Long before we saw the sea, its spray was on our lips, and showered salt rain upon us.  ~Charles Dickens, David Copperfield 

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