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 Something about the ephemerality of the sand and the permanence of the tile speaks to me, and both the food and company are a delight. I have been dipping in and out for about 70 years now, and it is always a pleasure to see old faces, and new ones come to draw in the sand, or maybe place their first tile, or simply looking for a place to relax and sip some wine. I cannot recommend it enough!
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+<p>While I mulled over her focus on comfort and memory, we linked up hands, Tule and Cress with their partner, and me with Cress.</p>
+<p>We stepped from the quaint small town sim and directly into warmth and sunlight, into the salt-tang of sea air and the low rush of waves against a beach. We stood atop a stone walkway of sorts, which seemed to run along the edge of a town. On further inspection, it appeared to be a retaining wall of a sort, holding up the town that meandered up a hill to keep it from sliding inexorably down into a bay. </p>
+<p>Between the wall and the water was a sandy beach, partially obscured by intricate and crazed drawings in the sand.</p>
 <p>(tile sim - talking about current status of the numbers)</p>
 <p>(Serene&rsquo;s swamp - talking about the current response out in the world)</p>
 <p>(dandelion field - talking about the Odists, one loss, End Of Endings, though still checking on those who have left the clade, of which there are now a few, no word on E.W.)</p>