Later on Monday she took her bike to the Ocean Lake portion of the beach and sat in the afternoon sun. The tide came in as she read her new book by Junot Diaz. She thinks he is in Nancy Rawles’ class. Before she left, she witnessed several huge black blankets of little birds flying like fishnets over the ocean, dipping and lifting and twisting as they skimmed the incoming tide, silhouetted against the horizon. We would have gone wild to see that many birds in one place, as long as they didn't try to catch us.
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