Rugged beaches are amazingly inspiring places. The sea brings chaos to the stones, artfully displaying them in ways that almost look crafted, then layers them with the detritus of distant places. It leaves us wondering about where that debris came from, and how it ended up just there before your feet.
I think that’s pretty inspiring for any writer. And does anybody know what I am getting at with the title of this post?
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