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  • “We played at the beach everyday, wearing our cotton linen dresses tucked into ‘waders,’ and linen hats. There were sandcastle competitions, and at low tide a man came along and began to draw on the smooth sand with a sharp stick. An enormous elevation of a building appeared – Buckingham Palace, perhaps, or Conway Castle? – starting at one corner and working right across the beach, complete in every detail. When he had finished, he came round with his tin to collect loose change, and we watched as the tide came in and slowly washed the picture away. The next day, he was there again, deploying his memorable and perfectly impermanent art.”

    A Life Drawing
    Shirley Hughes
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