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GOLD WATCH Out in the sparse spartina of the salt marsh, where a thin layer of ice cracks like dried sugar-glaze on stale cake, a man in hip boots stands in a skiff, working his clamming rake along the sandy bottom. The wind, damp out of the east, snaps a small red flag he’s hung over its cabin. He pulls the long rake dripping on his shoulders and face leaving icy puddles on the boat, looks in the rake’s basket for a full catch, finds a few pebbles and shells, some clams too small to keep, and once, even a gold watch. |