The Dolphin would be left on shore, where the birds could continue to peck at it. The stomach was totally out already. Nothing too foul to leave behind for scavengers and beachcombers, or for the tide to just take back again.
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- Quote From Freud
- Pucker Up, Bullrock!
- PHOTO ESSAY: Dixfield, Maine
- Dixfield Honor Roll
- Sun-Journal Sunday
- Laundromat
- The Post Office
- Shiny New Shed
- Garage at Towle's
- Geneva M. Torrey
- Gun Racks Are Standard
- november ice
- My Visit With Amity in Dixfield, Maine
- A Musical History
- Vintage Sewing Machine
- Pantry Window
- Pantry Shelf
- Her Handiwork . . .
- And Her Predecessor's Grave
- Stowell Ancestor
- The Two Algernons
- Childhood Illnesses
- Nelson Rose
- At Salty Brine State Beach, Galilee
- Beached Dolphin
- Tagged Dorsal Fin
- Mystic Aquarium Tag
- Nothing to Do
- The End
- Death and the Maiden
- Moonlight, Dixfield
- Dark Blue Night, Dixfield
- White House, Dixfield
- Antiques in Dixfield
- The Wrecker, from the Living Room
- The Turret, Detached
- With the Turret Taken Off
- Broken Turret
- The Wrecker
- Happy Thanksgiving!
- Jess and Avalon
- Before Anyone Gets Too Concerned
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