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Who knows where this driftlog has been? It showed up one spring day, down past Silver Point and I knew immediately I needed to paint it and kept an eye out for just the right moment. During the summer months it settled slowly into or rather the warm dry sand engulfed it. I finally painted it in the fall where it waits for next winter’s arrival, secure for now until we get a doozy of a storm with enough swell and tide height to move it around… again.
