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The beach where Francisco lived was rough and wild. About 300 metres
from shore was a large reef comprised of great slabs of barnacled
stone and rock, tossed there eons earlier by a great upheaval of the earth’s
crust. It was a magical world, where all you had to do if you were hungry
was go out to the reef and catch a fish or dig for clams. They were all there
for the taking, and Francisco taught Ken how to dig and how to fish.
Ken thought the beach was perfect – not so Francisco. He complained,
“If only we had a nice beach. It would be so fine if we had some sand so
that people would come and sit on the beach.”
“Why do you want people to come here?” Ken asked.
“People like to come to a beach,” Francisco said. “They bring their
parasols and picnics – why shouldn’t they come here?”
Ken wasn’t sure that he wanted to share either his beach or Francisco
with anyone else but the old fisherman approached Ken’s father, who
made a presentation to city council; telling them, they should build a wall
from the beach to the sea at a particular angle to the reef. Then, when the
storms came, driving waves laden with sand, the wall would trap the sand
and deposit it on the beach.

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