A red headed boy with a waitressing apron in which he collected shells near the edge of the ocean, he went around swinging his arms like a seagull, wetting his hands and entertaining himself with his collecting
Two men, shoulder to shoulder, the banana republic type
Umbrellas vibrating in the wind, leaning into it
We saw a wind surfer who knew the waves and the wind like someone would know a daughter
I find the clutter of a boat yard lovely, all of the boats cheeks slapped with rust or patches of fresh paint and dingy windows and grunting fishermen, grunting buoys, grimy nets
The pelican, bursting with coveting and pecking at each other with beaks and beady eyeballs
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