I thought I’d stumbled on a piece of bone. Or worse. It looked like a fossilized tooth, half-buried in wet sand, my dog obsessively sniffing around it like he’d uncovered a secret. The more I turned it in my hand, the less sense it made. Not wood. Not shell. Not stone. I went home, started searchin… Continues… What I’d picked up wasn’t a tooth at all, but a goose barnacle — one of the strangest and most coveted creatures of the Atlantic coast. These crustaceans cling to wave-battered rocks, surviving in a violent borderland where the sea never stops trying...
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