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  • I was told that the first place I walked was into the Atlantic Ocean. I remember licking the salt off my fingers. When I cut my foot on a seashell, get in the ocean, my mom would say. My brother got wicked poison ivy. He was sentenced to the ocean for a week. At night he was covered in calamine. When my mom was in her eighties and came to live in Maine I took her to the ocean as much as I could. Even though it was not the same ocean as "her ocean" it made her happy . When she could no longer get down the beach to the water she wanted me to bring her a handful of seawater so she could taste it. When she died I found a little plastic bottle of beach sand in her bedside drawer. When we buried her, my family sprinkled water from her ocean on her grave.
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