One year when we went to the beach you told me about a boss you had, who would always use the phrase “an embarrassment of riches.” You mimicked your boss in a pompous tone that made me laugh, and because it made me laugh, you kept saying it. In the evening we would go looking for ghost crabs with flashlights like we did when we were kids, the foam of the break by moonlight the only thing visible in a long expanse of dark. During the day we would take breaks from the water to go on long walks down a straight, thin strip of beach, picking up shards of seashells, sunlight glinting off the hot sand. When I got home I washed my haul and then laid them all out on a pepto pink towel. I took a picture and texted you, an embarrassment of riches.


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