As a child, I played on the sand in Scotland.
With giggles and laughs and spade in hand.
Pressing pebbles down to disappear out of sight.
In later years I’d see, the sand pressed into bricks
Laid end to end and sealed with cement to make it stick.
Walls we would call them then.
Into homes, they would start to blend.
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