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The children stood like statues on the shore. A fringe of lace spread over the cold, firm beach, wetting their feet right through their state-issued canvass shoes. Chills ran right up their spindled many-hued legs. Not long before it had been a still night sky, but here at sunrise the air vibrated with the rhythmic pounding of the waves and a salty wind blew.
