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Fossil Combing

A #VQRTrueStory Essay

“You’ve come in the worst conditions,” Paddy Howe says drolly. It’s September and the seaside town of Lyme Regis is still basking in summer. Sunlight scintillates off the water, the sand-and-shingle beaches, the white façades of Georgian shophouses, hiding the fossils in plain sight of everyone who has come to pick them.

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