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As I child, I remember standing on the edge of the Oregon Coast with my grandma, feeling the sand slide under my feet as the tide pulled back into the ocean. It felt like quicksand, and I frantically reached for my grandmother’s jacket and started crying. I thought I was a goner. I thought the sand conspired with the waves to pull me into the ocean’s ab…
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