Wind, sea and sand / © I.A. Daglis
I was only twelve. But I know how much I loved her. It was that love that comes before all significance of body and morals. It was that love that is no more bad than wind and sea and sand lying side by side forever.
The Lake (in Dark Carnival, 1947, by Raymond Douglas "Ray" Bradbury, b. 1920, American fantasy, horror, science fiction, and mystery writer)
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