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"About 59 years ago I was walking on Wellfleet beach. Not the ocean beach, but on the bay side where fisherman pile scallop shells at the East end. Day off. Low tide"
I remember that I was trying to think of how the summer before a crab had grabbed Lewis' toe just when he was emphasizing the importance of never using white pigments in watercolor seascapes. ("The paper. It is the paper that is the white.")