At about 4 o'clock this afternoon I had to choose: write something, read something, or take a stroll along the beach. I chose the latter, and it was a wise choice. My beloved came with me and we strolled, hand in hand, on a beach that had that beautiful stillness that comes before a storm. The odd drop of rain, and we could see more falling over near Dunsburough, There were fewer people on
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