
The overwrought child who made this sandcastle cross at the Carlsbad State Beach on Easter kept trying to get his father's attention. "Dad, Dad," he said, "check out the details on the cross. I put nails in it and everything!"
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3 comments:
i don't know whether i am more disturbed by the cross or the kid playing with rusty nails on the beach. or the rusty nails on the beach repurposed to commemorate human torture. yay?
I'm not sure they were actual "nails"--probably just drift wood. Either way, it was rather creepy. And the child was really excited and rather desperately trying to get his father's attention. And his dad had a vague, sleepy look.
Nails! Devils in the details.
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