At the sea in the morning, the tide was out,
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so we went exploring.
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One can walk a long way into the bay of St. Margeurite without getting one’s knees wet.
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Far, far out into the bay at low tide, even the bird people had dry knees.
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Then we turned and walked up the low-tide river.
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Beneath our feet, little green things enjoyed the sun while waiting for the tide to return.
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Later in the day, Iris and I took a walk together.
We discovered an outhouse that would prove to be the only place Martin could poop.
For this reason, I have immortalized it in my photo album with the grand headline,
“Remote Outhouse Saves 50-Year-Old Man’s Colon from Bursting on Week-Long Camping Trip.”
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