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| North Shore |
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| On the Seawall |
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| continued... on the Seawall |
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| The Lion Gate |
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| Siwash Rock |
And while I stood there
I saw more than I can tell
and I understood more than I saw;
for I was seeing in a sacred manner
the shape of things in the spirit,
and the shapes of all shaped's as they must
live together like one being. —Black Elk Speaks
It is late September. There is an indefinable magic in the air. Everything is calm. There is stillness in the air. The autumn is a season of melodrama and reflection. The passing of time, like the north shore on the emerald water, is more noticeable in this time of the year than any other.
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