My cousin Ann, in Portland told me this was called a Shinto Rock Garden. She explained that the rocks in the sand resembled the islands of Japan, in the sea. Each rock was the people or events thrown into your path. They ripple outward only so far. They ripple into each other and become something new. Until the ripples balance out and are at peace again.
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