awry

Not only did I not kick sand over the clam-shell plea, I went back today to see if it was still there. I knew better, of course. The tide did its work last night. However, someone had written the following in the sand today:

I'M SAWY LD. FOrGIVE ME?

Now, I thought the babytalk way of writing sorry was sowwy. Silly me.

And I'm imagining the entire teenage population in this community (to likely measure in the tens) uses the beach to communicate, when they don't want Mom & Dad to know what's going on.