Enjoying the setting sun on a sandy beach of a foreign land, we eccentrically decided to have some childish fun by counting the familiar marks left by retreating strangers. My wife and I began: one…two…three…nine…twelve…twenty one…thirty…. Suddenly, a tidal wave wiped out everything undoing our mathematical mirth. We began again. This time, separately. “How many till now?” my co-player inquired. I said, “Thirty nine.” She said, “Thirty eight.” “No. Let’s recount.” As we began, a big wave came booming, “No fun in counting the countless. What does time’s tide do?” And we saw the footprints were all gone again!
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