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Friday, August 9, 2013

The Sound of Silence: Great Island, Wellfleet

H. is the speck of blue, running toward Jeremy Point as Sug and I fall behind.

Tonic for the soul.
    


There goes hard-working H. again, running through the sand.
When Figgy was little, she picked up a fiddler crab here and it pinched her finger. She cried.





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