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Whose crab?Walking along this beach we always see lots of crabs. They dart in and out of holes, some the size of a quarter and others as large as an adult fist.They are funny to watch. As soon as they realize a person is nearby, they dart to a spot; sideways and with their 2 eyes fully deployed on the little sticks that hold them, adn then stand still. If you watch closely they slowly draw their little appendages up to their bodies as if they could get small enough to not be noticed. I don't think anyone told them that running across the sand is their giveaway... It is, though, a miracle that they live at all. The beach appears to us a deserted wasteland of broken shells and twisted wood...to them it is a buffet of delectible dead things...pick pick pick... How much more can God care for us? 12:35 PM - Jun. 6, 2009 - post comment
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