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| Ocean City before the sun brings the crowds. The boardwalk is like the world after a plague; the arcade lights and sirens clamor without purpose to the empty boarwalk. The Zippers, Tilt-O-Whirls, Ferris Wheels and bumper cars sit silent and diminished. Looking east, you can imagine the Ocean City of 110 years ago when the Life-Saving Service fought the heaving gray sea for sailors and shattered ships. The off-season resort town is a vacuum filled by remembered past and imagined future. | ||||||||||||
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