
May 12 was not an art-making day. It was a day to get out on the shore of the beautiful bay, to look at rocks and pick up a few shells. It was a day spent watching seagulls and cormorants, whiffing seaweed and tasting salty sea air.

May 12 was not an art-making day. It was a day to get out on the shore of the beautiful bay, to look at rocks and pick up a few shells. It was a day spent watching seagulls and cormorants, whiffing seaweed and tasting salty sea air.
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