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My first early morning beach-walk with my grandson was very different from my usual solitary, meditative stroll. He whirled and raced and kicked and climbed and pulled faces and found a shearwater skull to add to his mother's bleached collection. When he scuffed the sand into a circle of footprints, a new post in the geometry series was conceived.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

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