Did the deck chair move on its own, or was it the strange ripping of low-in-the-sky sunlight….. we will never know.
The people who told the story have not been seen here for many years.
The local meter maid is the last one living at the beach.
Everyone else wanted to face the mountain peaks, be inland, be by a law if water were the aim, and not listen to the soothing sound of waves tempting the shore.
We are persuaded that making up our own mind is the best idea. Takes discipline, courage, and a clear mind, but it’s well worthwhile…you’ll see, oh good student.
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