A fitting place for a good friend. Sea and beach and hill, the rattle and squeak of mountain bikes far above, the tangible solitude of the soul.
Beaches are liminal, crossing points between different states of being and mind, knowledge and superstition. I think I would like to be scattered on the beach and the sea when my time comes, to know the enduring solidity of the earth, the gaiety of the wind and the wild temerity of the water.
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