Definitely art.
That we made as kids on vacations at the seaside.
Ours looked more like some piles, “built” slowly with the wet dripping sand.
There was a contest: whose is higher.
And no one was winning, as the waves would erode them before we finished.
I still make those.
The difference?
I don’t have so much patience and the same determination.
They’re still my favorite.
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