Labor Day Labor day already. We went back to Brookline from Marshfield, where we summered. With the ocean at the bottom of the street, two streets over. We walked barefoot down the asphalt and the pebbled street, and over the rocks above the sandy beach. Our feet toughened, calloused, for walking all summer long unshod….

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