In the car in the tiny parking lot at the head of the walking trail, a husband and wife are disagreeing amiably about whether to get out of the car or go to a different spot. It is Friday, early evening, August, warm. Supper will be put off in favor of a long walk, but where? The wife is stuck on heading to the shore. She is craving the focus of the horizon, the blue on blue, sky on sea. The smell of sun-baked seaweed and the familiar cry of indignant gulls. Water.
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