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Keen's place is at the end of the pier, where his boat is tied.
At night the sea comes up under the boards and says hush, hush. Far out, Squeaky clicks goodnight. Keen clicks back.
His blanket is pegged to the hammock rope with a wonky peg. His flat shells sit along the sill.
"Night," said Keen, to all of it.
Most nights, that was that.