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Liz Noftle

A herring gull soars, drops a clam on the rocks. The shell shatters, spilling briny juices. Other gulls dive for it — a mass of wings flapping, vying for the clam’s succulent flesh. I can almost taste it as I leave the Gloucester beach and head home for my own breakfast.

SUSAN POLLACK

Gloucester

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