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Sunday, October 17, 2004

East River, west bank

When he would flip the rocks over, you could see the little crabs go scampering. He had a pretty good number of them, but they were pretty small. I hope he wasn't planning on eating them. bleh.

P.S. There's some crazy cool junk in those rocks. Weird chips and bits of junk, all kinds of bones, some of which were definitely not from fish, which was creepy.

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