He shrugged. “You see what you frame, I suppose.”
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As she stood up, brushing sand from her cargo pants, an old man appeared. He wasn't part of the aesthetic. He wore a faded navy sweater and carried a metal detector, its long pole scraping against the sand. He looked like a glitch in her carefully composed frame. He shrugged
Lena put her phone in her pocket. She didn't take it out again. She walked down to the water’s edge, squatted low, and started tracing her fingers through the cold, wet sand, looking for the glint of a lost gold band. brushing sand from her cargo pants