The fish come back

Hi Sibyl,

Do you remember how when you sat in the waves on the beach
your fish would come back, so that you could put them in your
pink pail? That was lots of fun.

Next year, we will go back to the beach, all of us together. But
that is a long time from now. Before that, I will come to see
you in October.

Love,

Nana xxx ooo