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mireille paced into the wet sand, beginning to dig the shellfish from their berths. she stacked them beside her heel, kicking them back behind her until a thin trench was made from the oyster-beds to the higher ground.
"maman say once dat t'ere be clams, fur'ter off. in de water," mireille added pointedly, "below de water. ones dat hold a color of pearl i havenae seen before."
shells clicking against one another, the pile sliding behind her careful back-step.