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On the ferry.
The wake splashing into your face.
Arriving at the shore of Robin's Rest.
Hobbling through sand dunes.
The salty sea taste of the air.
Secretive, serene beach.
Shuffling the sandy sidewalks.
Stumbling into new pathways and broken down shacks.
Soundless evenings strolling into town. The only noise is the explosion of crashing waves.
Island; surrounded by water. The sun rising on the bay side and setting on the other.
The wake splashing into your face.





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