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Rickie Lee Jones
Photographs Crushed Shell tide photos by Lee Cantelon, text by Erica Funkhouser



The women who clean fish are all named Rose or Grace. They wake up close to the water, damp and dreamy beneath white sheets, thinking of white beaches.



	It is always humid where they work. Under plastic aprons, their breasts foam and bubble. They wear old clothes because the smell will never go.


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