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I told myself I was only going to be on the beach for a minute. For the first couple of years after I moved here, I avoided the Park Point beaches. I don't like to go to places where I can anticipate what I will find. But once I walked over the d...

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I told myself I was only going to be on the beach for a minute. For the first couple of years after I moved here, I avoided the Park Point beaches. I don't like to go to places where I can anticipate what I will find. But once I walked over the dune and up to the water, the warmth of the sun and the consistent lapping of the waves drew me in. I started taking photos of a child throwing rocks into the water. I liked the photos, but kept walking. I walked farther and farther down the beach, when Autumn Juetten caught my eye, nestled among the beach grass reading "Uprising of Hope" by Duncan Earle and Jeanne Simonelli. That was a photo I couldn't have anticipated. "Who can complain about waves crashing on the sand," said Juetten, a college student. I couldn't have said it better myself.

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