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Kathy Bradley - Suffer the little children
The beach looks like a battleground. Scores and scores of horseshoe crabs lay upturned on the damp sand, empty of the gills, the mouths, the legs that once made them alive. I am careful where I step, reverential as I would be in any graveyard.