Seeing what they hear, to better understand ourselves

It was a long drive from St. Louis to Florida, but Darlene Ketten had finally made it. Standing in the warm surf of St. George Island, she watched with delight as tiny, colorful bean clams popped out of the sand and then quickly reburied themselves as the waves foamed around her calves.

“It was gorgeous, with incredible soft, white sand,” Ketten recalled. “In the surf were minute clams — pink, blue, orange and gold — popping out of the sand and then disappearing…. I dipped my hand in the water and tasted it.” 

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