
The ladies exposed themselves to me. I saw them for what they were, stewards of our shore, picking up trash washed in by the tide. Angels, pure white-winged angels strode before me. […]
The ladies exposed themselves to me. I saw them for what they were, stewards of our shore, picking up trash washed in by the tide. Angels, pure white-winged angels strode before me. […]
The beach was vast and empty, but for the shorebirds. Both east and west of me, they gathered like tidal pools of fluttering feathers. It was a sparkling October day, about sixty, […]
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