Animal Magnetism

Or, The Tame and the Wild

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My beach was not popular. It did not lend itself to swimming without being aggressively caressed by seaweed. Sand fleas were encountered in great abundance. It sometimes smelled like farts. Maine beaches are not for the faint of heart.

My beach – “owned” by my grandparents, as much as anyone is allowed to “own” a beach in Maine - was a place for scien…