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I make my arrival to the beach. The sun is scorching. It feels like it must be 110 degrees but the news said it was 87. I make my very first step off the ledge into the silky
sand to feel thousands, maybe even millions, of pearl white shells and particles sand squeeze through my toes covering my feet in its residue. I set up my beach towel and sit
down to admire the beauty of the beach around me. The moment I do the golden silence around is broken by a white, orange coast guard helicopter overhead sweeping by. The blades whoosh loudly no more than 200 feet above my head. …
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