The tide had turned and was beginning to come in fast. A bit further out in the bay the wee islands were already surrounded, and the beach was vanishing rapidly. Algy sat on the warm sand, close to the edge of the water, and stretched out his legs towards the sea. He loved trying to guess which of the tiny waves would be the one to wash over his toes …
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