It is a Dr. Seuss day.
There are slippery rocks plated with a seaweed spill that reminds me of green fettuccini. Starfish place their bright orange, purple and red rewards along the sides of various fissures.
The waves are crashing, the day is bright and I have a stick.
I am following Jenn, as we scamper across the heads of clams and mollusks which
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