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"Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely." (Carl Sandburg)... there were changes in the day... a front was moving in bringing clouds and the possibility of rain, the wind was strong and cold, and the beach itself had begun to take on the contours of winter... the atlantic ran all grey-green and foamy... it is almost time, as they say around here, to sit by the fire and 'mend nets'... the seasons once more rounding another corner...