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Window in my old bedroom. The jar of Old Lyme beach sand lives there, since I seem to have misplaced its lid. The absence of lid makes it difficult if not impossible to transport without spilling. However, truth be told, I'm not experiencing any burning need to transfer about a cup of 'nostalgia sand' from the Fourth of July into a practical, travel safe container, and that's okay. At the end of the day, it's just another jar of dirt.
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