The coast with her conducting wind, her grace of aromatic music, breathed my soul back into the land of the living.
The coast of turret-rock, the peeking caves of grey-canvas fold, walked the eons between sand and salt-hardy greens.
From sea of freckled lacy face to land of petalled-same, the coast invited the eye to see rather than simply look.
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