Walla Walla Union-Bulletin: Sports: "From the moment we reached the sand, Nora's dynamo sparked into high gear.
Her feet feather-brushed over the sand. She flew among the blades of tall grass, zigging and zagging, jumping and twirling.
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Past the dunes, where the flat sand stretched for 200 yards or so to the gentle waves of low tide, she careened in ever-widening circles, legs a blur, with occasional glances over a shoulder toward me.
I strolled calmly along.
Casually.
With grace, if you don't count a stumble or two."
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