
A bit of color to spruce up that damp New England rock that overcast morning. As a child I spent many an hour beachcombing, searching for and collecting shells with my parents, my sister, and my Grandmother. The Florida shores of sand were quite different than the rocky ones I found in Acadia National Park. Still, thinking back on those outings, the experiences each have their own charm and hold fond memories.
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