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  • When you are in a place like this it owns you. The sound of the ocean comes to you in layers. The waves hitting large ancient rocks out on the point thunderously. The rippling waves flow onto the beach ,rolling the pebbles, clickety click, and back , shhhhhh. I could not hear the Danish flag snap but it probably did. Everything echoes back off the walls. Surrounded by first land: rock, several colors, but granite mostly, asters, ferns, and trees that grow right out of the stone, that big flat seaweed and the one with poppers. When I am here I cannot be anywhere else even in a corner of my mind. I am devoted. As our entrance was through a tear in the time space continuum, leaving requires reverse will. Putting one heavy foot in front of the other consciously, we climb the stairs that brought us here.
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