side by side with the handful of brilliant minds that she had worked with for seven years.
And now, their incredible accomplishment was there in front of them--
there for all to see, use and experience for a century to come.
The governor was speaking into the PA,
"...not only an amazing feat of design but of green design..."
A warm breeze touched Kortney's face
and all at once she was transported back to another sunny day over twenty years earlier.
On this particular afternoon at the beach, Kortney played for hours.
She was a little girl, carefully swathed in sunblock by her loving Mother, building in the sand.
It was the most fun she ever remembered having.
She constructed not a castle but a bridge.
And a mighty bridge it was, full of clever detail--
a thing of beauty spanning several feet.
That was the day that changed everything.
Her Mom and several onlookers were astonished.
Her sweet, precious Mom. Kortney glanced down, quietly holding in a sob.
Then looking up to the sky for a moment, she thought to herself,
"Mom, you're there, aren't you? I miss you. I love you so much."
Kortney just knew that she was there--
the magnificent, loving woman who had cared for her, protected her and guided her
as she built that bridge to the future.
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The Sand Dee Boldrick