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  • During the summer months, if my day doesn't end with me scrubbing sand off my feet in the tub, it has not been a good day.

    I walk the length of Dempster Beach every night after dinner, from the rock at the southern break wall to the rock at the northern break wall and back. I have to touch the rocks or the walk and distance aren't real.

    Sometimes I collect beach glass, but mostly I just concentrate on walking exactly along the line where the waves break on the shore so that my feet are always covered with water as I walk, but not too much water.

    For the last week I've been passing two Russian men on their evening walks. They say "hello" to me now.

    Last night on my beach walk I ran into my neighbor Magee who reminds me so much of my friend Ginny. As we chatted, our kids played a game of catch in the water, and Magee took pictures of a guy on a kayak at sunset. She chased him down to get his email so that she could send him the photo, which is exactly what Ginny would do.

    I live in Evanston now and during the summer months I walk on the beach after dinner and get sand all over my feet.
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