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Whole heart world’s end. (I just wanted to say that.)

Looking through wooden slats

A few years back, we learned of a park called World’s End located in Hingham, south of Boston. Of course we had to go.

Bridge to World's End

Bench to nowhere

Of course I had to bring my camera. The good one. Film.

Dark branch, light tree

Twigs before beach


Seaweed fuzzy on rock

David on rock, World's End

Of course we couldn’t resist the tiny shells. Or the ‘lil kids, who also weren’t resisting tiny shells.

David holds up shell

Kids at World's End

And, headed home after an afternoon of exploring, of course we wouldn’t resist fried seafood, despite our thirty-year-old digestion. Who would?

Fish shack fried clams