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62 Picture of hermit crab in his shell
“I can’t believe we’re here,” Anita exclaimed, clutching her husband’s hand.
“Neither can I,” Aaron said with a grin. “Look at the view.”
Anita glanced over at him. “I am.”
He caught her eye and laughed, kissing her gently. “The other view,” he elaborated. “God, I feel like we should at least take a picture or something.”
“How about a souvenir?” Anita reached down and picked up a patterned shell. A crab poked its head out the opening, and she shrieked and dropped it back to the sand.
Aaron cracked up. “I think we’ll stick with a shop,” he said.
Anita and Aaron Halls.