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dream, I went to Marine Park in Bellingham only instead of a simple boardwalk over the old railroad path, a huge market full of antique shops and fish stores, with badly weathered panels. I could see dark clouds raining into the water ahead miles away(!) in downtown Fairhaven, and I thought I was being terribly clever referring to it as "a queer sort o' taown at the mouth of the Manuxet River."
