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In a much less distant past, my mother took my brother and me camping at Hubbard's Beach. We told embarrassing stories about each other to the other children at the camp site, or we pretended not to know each other, or we ran into the white waves together, chased crabs in the tidal pools, climbed the seaweed slimy rocks and poked at the primordial jellyfish that baked themselves on the sand. It was there at Hubbard's Beach, in the summer before the fourth grade, that I lost myself to a small girl in the sharp grass superstructure of the soft white sand dunes.
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