On a summer day not so long ago, my husband and I stood, our shovels in hand, on the lower edge of the sloping hill.
It was off-season on an unusually balmy day just after Thanksgiving.
One early fall morning, Paul and I walked down to the beach to examine large pink slabs of flesh.
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