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Tuesday |
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This is Baldwin Cove, right where I cut my knee that time I was too polite, decided to step over sharp sticks instead of walking closer by a stranger's camp. I thought, You could cut yourself! And sure enough I did. D'oh! Every day we went there was a little less beach, more snags & rock revealed. This sand tide is cyclical but every time's a net loss. Added bummer: the water goes from green and clear to turbid during it. |
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