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The rocks were blue and yellow teeth
gnashing on the riverbank, stained
by the trade. The colors of the leathers
washed out to sea with the tide.
And on the other side, the beach
where, as children, we splashed and squealed.
Horseshoe crabs still live in the shallows,
But the tannery is condos now.
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