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The beach sand was hot, and usually crowded nearest the lake.  Up higher, however, there was a narrow, sandy path between the clusters of sharp grass to an oasis of bright, clean sand.  It had a view of the lake and the mountains beyond, and it was angled so the throng of regular beach-goers weren't visible.  You could barely even hear them if you lie down on your beach towel.  But is was very hot, and lying up there for too long would make you sweat, so the best solution, nine-year-old Peri found, was to walk carefully from your oasis to the main path and take a long run straight into the cold, mountain lake.  Best to yell when you got close to the others at the beach so they stayed out of your way.  Run into the water, legs pumping higher as the water slowed you down, finally flopping in a semi-dive to soak your heated shoulders and hair, letting the silence of the water fill your ears, feeling the sun's heat triumphed by the water's cool embrace.