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Volume Two Issue Three

Kimberly E. Ruth

The Art of Clamming

It was fun, then, squishing our toes in the mud and creating a whirl-pool of black. We destroyed many homes that summer in our one-piece bathing suits. Mom and Dad waved at us from the sand, Dad with a mini-pitchfork in his hand, giving us a thumbs up.