Looking west.
Across the Sound.
All bundled up, Gwennie and cousin Caroline.
Frozen sand.
Mr. Gabriel.
A shimmering pool of water. These pools seemed to stay longer than on a summer day because of the frozen ground.
Cool patterns of ice crystals.
The high tide line was covered with these mushy clumps of frozen foam and sand.
The day was brisk and cold, and the beach was stark but beautiful. If only everyone could afford a private beach like this.
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