Where’s my starfish?

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This past autumn, I was with my parents over Thanksgiving.  Dad is really in that stage of paring things down, giving things away. 

This stage has lasted about 20 years now…

Going through his garage, I noted that he still had 3 or 4 big jars of old black sharks’ teeth from when he and mom walked along the Gulf Coast on various vacations.   But so many sharks’ teeth!  You’d think it would finally be “safe to go back in the water”, (I date myself again.) 

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