Counterbalance By Peggy Duffy
Thursday, August 26, 2004
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Weighted by umbrella, blanket tucked beneath his armpit, he follows her along the beach, bare feet blistering in the noon-baked sand. She zigzags empty-handed up and down the shoreline, looking for the right spot. There is no perfect spot, he wants to tell her, but before he can she waves her arms in signal to him.
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