The only sound is low soughing shore, wind whisper, grass sibilants, mind mixing time, all blending into that quintessential feeling of alone with self and spirit of all - that pull that takes us into the back of beyond and cleanses us for another go at the inhabited world. Sometimes it is the shore, or a walk out into the dark of fogged night with pale moon struggling through, or adrift on a slow moving stream - but I find it here on this island more than any other place. Home.
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