we arrived nearly at dusk which an early occurrence here at 52° 57' 47 N. darkness always ready to sneak up on you here in the north, adding a hazy moodiness to the overwhelming beauty of the waves throwing themselves at the cliffs' feet. from as far above as we were, everything seemed to move in slow motion: the smooth glide of the waves approaching, then oh so slowly crumbling at the base only to rise up again moments later, stretching themselves to the sky before falling once again to the ocean from which they came. a trapped beast trying to get out. chipping away slowly at the stone boundary, carving out hollows, dreaming of freedom.
and then there was the ocean. how i have missed the openness. how i've missed the massiveness. hello again, atlantic. it's been quite a while my friend.
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love these frames, hope things are well in the emerald isle
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