He scooped another handful up from the floor to his left and
poured it onto the table. With slow, steady strokes he brushed every grain of
the fine white sand from his hands, and then gathered the grains into a pile.
Then, using tweezers, he began to pick one grain up, mark the page with a
count, and then drop it onto the floor to his right. To his left was sand as
far as he could see, waiting to be counted. To his right, a small pile of sand,
the grains he had already counted.
Truly, this was heaven.
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