Ambling along the shore, at ease in the tonic of roaring surf and salty breeze, one contemplates beige-gray wet sand beneath bare feet. Clumps of damp brown seaweed lie about. Shiny bits in the sand, millions of flecks of stone and seashell, glint in the slanting afternoon light. Some of the pieces of shell are larger, a few nearly complete, exposed for an instant and then obscured again by the rushing carpet of foaming wave.
The Hardball Times
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