There were these people who used to watch the ocean. Maybe they do still. They’d sit in their cars, parked at the town beach, the free beach, the sliver of rocky sand between the ocean and the seawall deemed unworthy of a resort’s beach chairs. At high tide, sometimes there was no beach at all. Just a row of 12 parking spots along the seawall, then the…
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