When the sun sets behind the dunes, The sky slips from orange To indigo, and we gather kindling To light a campfire.   Beachcombers pack up To go to dinner, but we Huddle together to roast Marshmallows and hot dogs.   We watch sand pipers As they dig for clams and A family of wild…

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