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| The Sakonnet River beckons on a dark, overcast day. |
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| Listen and hear the slough of the sea. |
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| A crossroads of sorts, tire tracks point the way. |
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| A gray haze settles on Sapowet Marsh Wildlife Preserve. |
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| Stop and sink in the sand. |
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| Two boulders are sentinels at a forbidden exit. |
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| Take a walk among the Creator's artwork. |
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